though still on the hero's journey
another thought is here
a small star, streaming past,
catching the wind and burning into fire
a smile, deep, surfaces.
something familiar, like longing;
something to follow and feel.
I like the music;
the way it falls into my soul,
the way my tears carry it like a kind of joy.
the way it was given,
softly.
like a whisper.
I like the small gifts.
the purpose to smile and
give thank you
for a small hour of hope.
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