Space Made

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Space made.
Isn’t that the crux of it?

Make space for joy?
Make space for pain?
Make space to lament?
Make space to celebrate?
Make space for nonsense?
Make space for complaining?

I made space for you.
You made space for me.
Space exploded.

Time held at bay.
On this day,
Blended together
Like red and yellow.

Infinite array of orange.
My god, this is being…
Being human.

Not limited to culture, language or creed.
But rather the most basic need.

You loved.
I received.
Transformed.

Nothing more needs to be be said.
Life has lived me.
Nothing left unsaid.

Atul Ranchod

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