Poetry

Aby

written by: Sabraeal

Aby

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Tree child, he is

whole being
eyes
soul
and open, gentle, kindness

tentative flutterings of fingers
smoothing paper
saving clipped out hearts
rosy pink tearings, tears,
meaningless to everyone
but the tree child
and his unimaginably huge heart
that holds
all
in perpetual meaning

reflect
on his tenative handling of the raggy, torn
mucky paper hearts
revealing his essence
as

immutable, indestructable spirit.

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