A summation of a little life
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The soul of solace
Always surprised
As if some spectator diety laughed at the absurdity of prediction
For mortal souls
Never expected … solace often follows despair
Down a well beaten path
Where all colorful leaves have fallen and turned grey underfoot
She is the red cardinal, flickering like an lacquered fan opening, starkly bright against bleak winter sky
She is the tucked warmth of your bed, greeting weary limbs, needful of respite
A silver section of moonlight, glimpsing like thin nyaad at frosted window
She is the irregular beat of your memory, draining thoughts to drip wet til dry
A summation of a little life
Like a letter from an old friend, coming just when, you’d given up believing in serendipity
Yet she is there, watchful in the eves, of your blunders and taut anxiety
It is in the harmony of reconciliation, laying palm over palm, folding away pain…
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