Oooooo
The bow was chipped but held its place
A quiet peace with softened grace
It caught the light in broken lines
Like something aged in gentle signs
Not every flaw
has to be fixed Some keep the stories they were mixed
With morning light and faded sound I
saw the beauty in what stayed round
The tea left rings,
the spoon was slow
The steam rose once,
then let it go
And though the crack
had spread a bit
It held the warmth and that was it
Not every flaw has to be fixed Some keep the stories they were mixed
With morning light and faded sound I
saw the beauty in what stayed round
There's love in things not fully whole
They still return,
they still console
I watched the table catch the day
Its shadows shifting into grey
But through the bow the sight still
passed Like quiet joy that tends to last
Not every flaw has to be fixed Some keep the stories they were mixed
With morning light and faded sound I
saw the beauty in what stayed round
The morning left,
the crack remained Both soft enough to not explain