25 June 2014

The Beauty of It


The beauty of it
Is that this heart can love
You
Me
The air
This table
Nitrogen
The letter N
Jade
That slow car driver
A grain of sand
Uncertainty
Sunflowers
The heat floating above the asphalt
The drooling scent of Indian food in the yellow alley
Dahlia's tiny toenails
The star I never saw
The baby I never had
Potential
Waves of energy
All, all, all,
All there is,
All there isn't
This heart can love
Simultaneously
With one
Ever gushing flame.

Amal - June 2014

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