cracks and crevasses

crinkled and cotton

small spaces

long forgotten

a seed is planted

it’s root go deep

it becomes a part of us

a part, we want to keep

it is not an accident

it is not luck

these tiny places

are in the largest

part, of my heart. MT

Ring the bells that still can ring

Forget your perfect offering

There is a crack, a crack in everything

That’s how the light gets is. LC