Beginnings ( a pentaptych)

growing
quietly as flowers
waiting
to finally
blossom into day

to become
accepted,cherished
in innocent love
born
into the light

small breaths
holding a promise
of all that lies ahead
a journey
of countless steps

can you count
the stars
number
the grains
of sand ?

only time
holds the future
held fast
in its secretive
fist

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