From a Fruit Bowl

I hold within my hand with care,

A creation of imperfection.

It’s small enough to lose so quick,

I cannot breath or blink.

But to young minds, to see in miniature,

It sets the cogs spinning.

I grin at each one, and with care I roll it back in place,

Tiny fruits in their basket.

-M.E. InkOwl

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