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MYSTERIES OF LIFE
A single drop of rain
hangs on the lip of a stone,
holding the whole horizon
in its trembling curve.
A moth circles a lantern
that has not been lit~
its wings brushing
the idea of light
that isn’t there.
A blue thread
lies across a field of dust,
untouched,
as if placed
by a hand
no one remembers.
A thought unfolds,
opening into a space
that wasn’t there
until you noticed it.
This poem was originally submitted to Story Circle Network's True Words Journal, to be published in October 2026.
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