it wasn’t weakness . the tree wore down over time . the branch had to break
knowing they can fly . pigeons spend most of the day . standing on the ground
around the corner . there is the unexpected . and the world expands
few things give comfort . the same as a gathering . of like minded souls
words are important . but too many are needed . to describe feelings
barriers are shaped . by complacency, as much . as by construction
often, with progress . we are shown a potential . that’s not intended
hiding in the shade . a simple flower reveals . its complexity
there are access points . to everything we need . but few are labeled
a peaceful surface . is easily disrupted . by tiny ripples
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