Chance

A Bowl, planted firmly
The Ground Calling
when the smoke rises
when the Sky cries gently
It knows my name

Let the Sun break free
with a Gust of Wind
only for a moment
Seemingly unplanned

A New Beginning in a bowl
Full of Tears
warmed by the caress
The Caress of the Sun

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