when we were young
it’s a paradox
how nothing is new
unless it’s a spring flower
unfolding when nobody
is looking
they say original
ideas no longer exist
they’ve been put to pasture
in the paradox field
far from here
even that smile
I sometimes see you with
is a replica of a paradox
captured long ago
when we were young
february two thousand twenty-four
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This is beautiful.
Thank you very much, Cindy.