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Journeys of the soul…

winter…

One little crow
on top of the bare branches
against the blue sky
nothing special: except
for the one watching

one tiny seed
of become awake
in the middle of the din
nothing special: except
for the one witnessing

one small candle
of flame that shines
lighting up the dark
nothing special: except
for the one seeing

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