happy

i felt myself sprout wings
whether butterfly, fairy or angel
i could not tell

seeds by the river

hope
my feet made deep
imprints on the riverbank
deeper still as i
balanced myself

i threw the stone
into the murky-clear river
squinted my eyes
watching for ripples
the way i would watch
for the days to come
watching for the ripples
in the scheme of things
this wish taking shape
planted with silver seeds
on the blackest of soil
left to chance

made up

i am made up of
the broken down letters
of beautiful
this is perhaps why
people find me
difficult to love

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