November 27th | "Blessings"

Everything in this world
is given certain weight:
Life, loss, love,
Hearts, health, hate.

And we shouldn't take any of it for granted
(though we do, let's confess)
lest we lose our heads in the process.

Everything in our world
is fragile to the touch,
but if you're gentle
and somewhat sentimental
it will always be enough.


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