- The sky blue
lights flicker
the monitor beeps
in a steady rhythm.
Life so delicate
is held in the
tips of my fingers.
- The cold air
sting on my
face as I exhale,
seeing the steam
of my hot breath
hit the cold air.
- Leaves
upon
leaves
upon
leaves.
- A sparkle of light,
as the sun descends,
the night awakens.
I'm drawn to it
and renewed by
my small association
to what I find
to be extraordinary.
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