Cordate

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(Heart-shaped)

From the pool of love
came the newborn,
tiny bitty pieces of filth
here and there came along,
very small being- not strong.
Though fragile little thing-
Yet beautiful in its form.

Someday, sailing through
the Cerulean monster’s back,
tossed to and fro
faltering and stumbling,
carelessly or gingerly,
rising and clambering above tides.
Though imperfect in many ways-
Yet beautifully and wonderfully made.
∞ ∞ ∞
— Cotek
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