The Miracle

She feels the sun upon her skin.

The flower in her heart blooms,

Gentle and abrupt,

It takes root in the being.

Sprouting from her hands,

She breathes it in,

And all around, she sees it manifest

On the exterior.

I profess, "Kindness is a mirace, I hold you dear. Flawless we are,

That one thing is clear."

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