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An old, crisp, notebook
Barely even used
Bound to be ruined by hook or by crook
For amusement it grows bruised
The notebook begins to tear itself
It's spine can't hold it's papers in
Too tattered to be displayed hidden on a shelf
No one writes anymore
Oh how long it's been
It's pages stained with tears
All it's pages torn
The scars remain for years
About to be thrown away,
A notebook nobody would mourn
Until a soul so kind and sweet found a notebook ruined
Covered it's tears with tape
And put together the spine
The kind man took the notebook and said
"I don't care if it's ruined, it's mine"
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Pierre
That really struck a chord with me, wow ! That's a beautiful reflection on how sometimes the most meaningful relationships/moments/connections come from embracing what others might overlook or discard. I really love how there is a clear structure: Starting with Neglect and Abandonment (something or someone neglected and forgotten over time, ie the notebook) -- Loss and Pain (tears and scars on the notebook; almost how past trauma can leave lasting marks) -- Rescue and Redemption (a kind person finds and repairs the notebook, symbolising compassion and acceptance of brokenness, valuing it despite its flaws) -- Value in Imperfection (embracing the ruined notebook; accepting and caring for things/people as they are).