Sometimes

Sometimes the fragrance

Is the closest

You can get to a flower

Letting the flower be

Knowing that you’d be incomplete

Without the flower

But taking it away

Would only make it wilt faster

Only leave the flower incomplete

Incomplete,

Without the leaves

Without the stem

Without

Its roots…

 

Sometimes the shore

Is the closest

You can get to the waves

Letting the waves be

Knowing that the sand on your feet couldn’t be wet

Without the waves touching them

But plunging into the waves

Would only make the silence die faster

Only disrupt their harmony

Their harmony,

Of rhythm

Of peace

And of the sea…

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