a spark
the strings of a guitar
drift softly to my ears:
a spark.
the taste of a chocolate cake
sweet on my tongue:
a spark.
the beautiful world
I see around me:
a spark.
the smell of the earth
after it has rained:
a spark.
the flame in my soul
is made
by sparks.
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