We Are All Connected Part II

Are we not all connected?

What a lonely world would we

be if we were not all affected

by each other.

Yet I am.

I am lonely at times.

A spark of fire set a drift

in the desert.

Not cold enough that the

blaze goes out.

Not hot enough for the flame

to burn.

I wait, for the right time,

to burst

to burn

to shine

Then again...

why wait?

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

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