A tiny part

The amaryllis bloomed on the windowsill with four large, sensuous flowers,
With only thirty minutes of sun the whole month long.
It probably found courage seeing so much
Coffee, cocoa, cinnamon, and vitamins.

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The orange bulb is so full of itself,
Its color is just right to form a dome
Of protection against
The mixture of heavy darkness,
Cold lights, and the other luminous guard dogs
Outside.
Its faintly reddish waves intertwine with
The waves of music —
Together they tell stories of
Friends
And love
And patience.

Life sings itself.
It is me, beauty, and indifference,
Are you coming?
Or staying?
It makes no difference to me.
Though, a little, I love you too,
For you are a small part of me.