I am but a millimeter of colored thread,
cross-stitched in the tapestry of mankind;
a grain of sand, weathered and small,
hidden among my beach brethren;
a lone horn, lost in a symphony of notes
and creaking chairs on an old wooden stage;
one stalk amidst a sea of swishing wheat,
then a fleck of flour in the bread you eat.
I am another happy, faceless denizen,
finding peace in the embrace of many.
Oh big world, hold this no body close!
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