Parts

Parts are often more beautiful than the whole,
Unfinished conversations, unsaid things;
A half moon in the shadow of clouds, the halting arrival of spring;
An unformed thought, a pregnant pause,
A surge of happiness welling up without a cause;
Snatches of a long-forgotten song on the evening breeze,
And in a broken shell, the distant sound of the sea.

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