All the little things we touch,
The little things we see,
Even the smallest hurt that
Passes between you and me.
These tiny parts of life,
Combined, fill up this world
Until it overflows, spilling out
On all sides - pain unfurled.
Now, you see things in your light
I see them perfectly in mine.
You hold the transient dear,
And leave the rest far, far behind.
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