Friday, August 15, 2014


We’re flowers that bloom in our season of birth
Our time is quick passing here on this earth
With hearts wide-eyed open for all that exists
It’s funny that we feel, we are born just for this
For eons, collectively wisdom survives
Noting the strong and malleable thrive
Life's precious gift, we are blessed to receive
Brief, everlasting universally achieved

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