By Julietta Gramigni

Maybe 

There’s real beauty

In searching through 

And picking out

Each dying fruit

Whose colour wasn’t

Bright enough

And stem didn’t hold

Firm.

Each festering regret,

Time you thought 

On every other path,

What you could have done

How wonderful!

That infinite lives grew

And are growing 

And stretch out from

The bars of your mind

And make you whole.

Julietta's poem on the overwhelming nature of possibilities and regrets.

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