A Fistful
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I took
a fistful of soil
into my palm—
and smiled.
Wasn't it from this humble soil?
That a seed once sprouted
and rose
into a mighty tree?
And I'd forgotten—
that from a fistful of heart,
a grain of love
once bloomed
and spread
across the world.
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