In Passing by Lisel Mueller

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I have a busy week ahead and I thought about not making anything at all today, but I found this sweet and short poem and here I am. 

I hope you like it. 

In Passing 
By Lisel Mueller
How swiftly the strained honey
of afternoon light
flows into darkness

and the closed bud shrugs off
its special mystery
in order to break into blossom

as if what exists, exists
so that it can be lost
and become precious

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