Codex Poem

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Poem

I left a question in the light,
the morning answered with a breeze.
Small dust became a field of stars,
and silence learned to speak in leaves.

If roads are made by walking slow,
then hope is made the selfsame way:
one step, one breath, one open hand,
and night unfolding into day.

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