It’s not the castles
On a hill
It’s the stones
That were used
To tower above
It’s not the uneven surface
Of a cobbled road
It’s the patterns of history
That weaves in between
It’s not the words written
In ink
Or those spoken aloud
It’s their intent
It’s that I find meaning
In the parts
That make up the whole
Without missing the view
And feeling the grace
Or contempt
Of how it all began
It’s not the chaos of colours
I see
But a spectrum
Of who we are meant to be
Amidst writing
Our own stories
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