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Sway
A lock of hair
Is thrown,
Released into the air.
Strands scatter in the breeze
And for a moment
There is clarity:
We don't know
Where each string will land
Amidst the random.
But we sit back
And observe the particles
Coil in whirlwinds.
Blessed to witness them
Contract and expand
Through indefinite tangents.
Night comes too soon
And we can't see
The released balloons anymore..
Come tomorrow
They may not be where we left them.
And Love may regress
Into sorrow.
I've watched the beauty
Of spores manifesting
From dust.
And seen the lust for their newfound form
Dissolve them away.
I smile:
It never matters
How deep into invisibility
They scatter,
So long
As they came out to play.
It will all come around:
Life is made right
By its limitless sway...
