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Its my birthday, today. My blessings, stretched. Time runs fast and slow. My heart softly ignores, But my mind knows. So, the heart beats in treble; And my hands, they tremble. Value-added breaths On escaped deaths. And to every pain and smile. Deeds on balance sheets. Proaction on depreciation; A cherished appreciation. Grace, much more needed, It may not be earned. Prayers, very much required. Though I may be silent. Wishes blown off a candle, Yet they reside in balloons. Like flowers, they bloom. Another season, it lives. Another season, it dies.
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Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 6:26 PM UTC
[Its my birthday, today.]
Its my birthday, today. My blessings, stretched. Time runs fast and slow. My heart softly ignores, But my mind knows. So, the heart beats in treble; And my hands, they tremble. Value-added breaths On escaped deaths. And to every pain and smile. Deeds on balance sheets. Proaction on depreciation; A cherished appreciation. Grace, much more needed, It may not be earned. Prayers, very much required. Though I may be silent. Wishes blown off a candle, Yet they reside in balloons. Like flowers, they bloom. Another season, it lives. Another season, it dies.
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Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 6:26 PM UTC
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