And the heart,
Stretches far across the expanse of the sky.

Leaves on a tree,
May touch and flock together,
Shielding one another from bitter winds,
And rest in serene unity in still air.

Yet each one has its own unique beauty,
That belongs to the leaf, solely.

Troubles, like the turbulent river,
Tumble over the rocks,
Continuing on their everlasting journey.

Sunsets,
Harbingers of the end they are not,
But the start of something great and new.

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