Miracles

 In miracles I believed  
 naïve and young  
 stumbled across them then  
 melting frost  
 falling rain  
 dropping dew  
 read, inked on paper  
 learnt them by heart  
 and thus they were  
 miracles no more  
 growing up meant  
 miracles turning  
 into mere lessons  
 but thank heavens  
 never fell short on them!  

 In miracles I believe  
 polished and mature  
 purposely seek them now  
 written words  
 played music  
 clicked pictures  
 reread, replayed, re-watched  
 and still somehow  
 as miracles they stay  
 etched in mind  
 heart and soul  
 ever evolving stories  
 but thank heavens  
 they can be told and retold  
 never needing to be learnt!  

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