Expectations

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My eyes cannot fathom more tears,
cannot offer more sadness to the natural world that holds me tenderly.

The universe — the beauty inside each delicate moment — unfolds warm arms around the fragments of my heart.

An autumn leaf, golden and crisp, drifts down into my lap where I’ve clasped my hands tight.

Its weight yanks my attention to the present.

…and I forget what troubled me moments before.

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