Spring Poem by wabi sabi

Spring



ripped paper
the torn parts of the paper would never meet
beautiful
the unique will never be made by any other

feeling my chest tight
since I want to stay at the same as I have

it seems that I am being rolled away to somewhere I don't know
I will pull myself together to be ready for the next

Nice To Meet You I will say that, smiling.

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