If I look hard enough.
I see my life in every second.
In every step.
I learn to write each day.
To taste the food I eat
with a heart capable of loving.
I learn to smile at the bee
in the heart of the flower.
I feel the pain in the eyes
of the elephant.
Trying to go its own way
I learn to live in the city
with a half- moon
neither dead or alive.
I see that my joy
and pain are one.
Tomorrow, I will
venture into life again.
There is always enough.

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