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Delicate


Today, I ponder 

over the delicate endeavor 

of life; where each step 

calls for the most curious 

concern and care towards the other. 


Each misstep to be re-assessed 

with a gentle touch. 

where we're delicate both 

in our thought and speech 

as we choose our words carefully 

pausing with each breath as we breathe meaning

into the words we speak. 


When you’re delicate in your dealings 

of everyday life 

and everyday people; and 

we all make sense of the world 

standing shoulder to shoulder; 

a life well lived presents itself to you. 


There is no cause for concern. 

 

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