where the beauty is...

there was no beginning. there was no end

just strings of rain beads hanging from a dark cold sky

singing

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beads of rain that had been carefully strung on fishing line by the most talented of hands

they didn't shine

they didn't have to

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beauty doesn't always shine

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the rainy day softened my heart. prevented me from moving too fast

~

today

the sun is dancing. i can hear it. it makes music you know.

just like the rain beads

but

different

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today i hear feathers and tip toeing if i sit still

yesterday

i heard whispers and flutes breathing together like a newborn

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the sun is calling me now. asking me to make my own music.

do you hear it. the music. the dancing. the singing.

~

somehow i knew you did

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