Things taken to my grave
like sunsets clear and clean
pictures, children young
and epiphanies, from dreams
No one will ever know or see
the miracles and sun beams
part of me unto my whole
not qualified, but redeemed
So it is with everyone
what we hide or screen
not just a simple one, and done
but something bright
that only we have
seen
Jan 13, 2025
Jan 13, 2025 at 6:00 PM UTC
Things taken to my grave
like sunsets clear and clean
pictures, children young
and epiphanies, from dreams
No one will ever know or see
the miracles and sun beams
part of me unto my whole
not qualified, but redeemed
So it is with everyone
what we hide or screen
not just a simple one, and done
but something bright
that only we have
seen
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