in the water from a pebble
thrown a
part of it.
the flutter of butterfly
wings,
the fallen leaf,
the wave
into the shore.
is
each drop of rain
a part
of it.
each flake of snow?
do we meet
who we're
supposed to meet,
closing
and opening doors?
is it all connected,
or
just chaos
forever a mystery
unknown.
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