"Beauty surrounds us
but usually we need to be walking
in a garden to know it." - Rumi
When you, heartbroken, surrendered tears
upon your cheek
because a friend omitted your name
from her birthday-party list
I marveled at the beauty of your soul
so tender and affected
by humanity's slight
and deep disappointment
I, too, become petal
wind-tossed
far away from any garden
And this is how we are delivered
to ourselves
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