Each Day Is A Miracle

what we lost was only simple.

sensitivity.
the curiosity that killed a thousand cats.

we must take our seats.
calm down a bit.

on the grass lies the miracles
of the cocoon
spitting out a yellow butterfly.

there is this fragility of the petals
the glossy leaves
the charm of the morning glories.

i am amazed.
i am silenced.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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