Disengagement was a gift

Will I have seen
The warmth of a tiny smile
That erupted on your face
When a tendril
Intertwined around
A sprout of serenity

Disengagement was a gift
It was a discovery
It was a license to love
The moments all around me
But which had been missed for so long
But no more
Let the sprouts know
They are not fragile any more
They are my sustenance

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