The beauty of a tree
lies in its most
barren state -
winter lays bare its many inconsistencies
the twists and turns and
best laid plans
each stalled branch a symbol to the many routes
it has tried in its journey to
eternity.
Winter illuminates how majesty is
as confused and multiple
as me.
So it seems,
that mistakes make masterpieces of us all
after all.
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