Missing

As the wind grows and howls,
the grass gracefully flows and tumbles,
the ocean peacefully creates and destroys.
As the leaves flourish and then stumble,
the sun rises and then falls
the moon brightens and darkens 
and the Earth…steadily keeps turning…
As each line on everything and everyone 
is not equal nor identical to everything 
and anything that walks…
I am a but a mere shadow 
lost between the lines
of life and death,
Between times of light and dark…
I am just a line amongst the shadows
admiring all the imperfections 
that create an imperfect world…
perfectly…

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