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Spilled my tea across the page,
the letters swam like they were staged.
A crooked line became a boat,
sailing where I never wrote.
Every stumble finds a door,
leading somewhere worth much more.
Cozy misstep, tripping into light,
turning little errors into something right.
Cozy misstep, laughing as it stays,
painting all the cracks in brighter shades.
Dropped my keys, they hit the floor,
rang like bells I can’t ignore.
Neighbors thought the tune was planned,
clapped along with empty hands.
Every stumble finds a door,
leading somewhere worth much more.
Cozy misstep, tripping into light,
turning little errors into something right.
Cozy misstep, laughing as it stays,
painting all the cracks in brighter shades.
What I broke became a rhyme,
what I lost was right on time.
Even silence seemed amused,
at all the ways the day was used.
Cozy misstep, tripping into light,
turning little errors into something right.
Cozy misstep, laughing as it stays,
painting all the cracks in brighter shades.
Cozy misstep, soft and true,
life is better when it trips with you.
