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Sometimes the elements play along

Spraying droplets on the windshield

While they mimic and manifest

The tucked away insides.

The little rhythm lets out a sigh

One that precariously hangs

In between a shatter and a shelter 

“Are you mending a broken heart?”

One hears voices.

Heartbreaks are supposed to make one hallucinate

And hear the unsaid 

The misty glass dons a symbolic guise

And a little voice that questions 

Goes speechless 

In a Good way, one can guess.

An arch of color springs up in the greys ahead

Just when the soul was supposed to shrink and shatter

It soars like a falcon

Spreading its wings.

Sometimes the cracks let in mysterious miracles 

And what has to contract magically expands.

What’s an existence that didn’t love, didn’t lose?

What’s an existence that didn’t shatter?

The other turn of turmoil could transform into treasures 

Meant to share, let go and revel.

So, listen up little voice that questions 

It’s not broken. It is a breakthrough.