button shop

“You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

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the sun is peeking behind wisps of a blanc veil

laced in the blue, woven in the morning tapestry

a bird song floats among the pine needles

among pearls of dew welcome sun rays 

a gentle breeze announces the day

brings the smell of spring to kiss my face

leaves softly sway to the song and the breeze

they know it isn’t all as it seems

crows fly above, wings stretched

i sit in myself, no other place to be

when i was a little girl, 

there was a shop full of buttons

stood behind the glass counter

an old man weathered many seasons

walls of shelves with neat boxes, housed colourful round wheels

some had two eyes, some three

we went in, distressed, missing a button 

he showed us patiently a rainbow of possibilities

we always left with a few tokens

looking small and insignificant at the bottom of a plastic bag

i wonder, if he still had his shop

maybe he can reassure me two sides of the world can meet again

i extend my hand, unable to hold the sunlight

but it’s alright, rain is coming tonight

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how’s your mind mid chaos?

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