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.
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 6:26 PM UTC
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.
