Falling through the shards of light
are dust motes the size of planets.
Slowing drifting through time,
Eddying on the currents of breath
that change their orbit.
Stare unblinking and you might just glimpse
the spark of life,
blossoming existence,
the birth of love and hope.
These are the tiny universes
in the every day,
constant cycle of decay
and rebirth.
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