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she paused there,
a blossom nestled
among the leaves of speech.



out of the silence
answers arose,
nourished by need
and doubt.



she cupped the sky in her hands,
to better listen to the echo of her silence.



firmly rooted
in the soil of her longing,
the tendrils of her gaze
grew far beyond her field
of vision.



her fragility was not a weakness,
but the secret to scattering joy
with each breath.