grace
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LANDAYS FOR AUGUST Spring Those first words, the first steps hinting At resignation. Babies growing… Summer Caps in the air, they soar like dreams,Mom’s smile shines bright, it went so fast, it seems. Autumn Boxes stacked high, a bittersweet chill,She whispers, “You’re ready,” as light wavers still. WinterAn ivory dance, love’s tender embrace,Mom lets go Read more
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LANDAY FOR AUGUST Silent dark in starlight falls a thief,cool as a glass of water, dreams begin to breathe. Galaxies whisper secrets in a fit,each a drop of promise, each without respite. Of cosmic ashes, new worlds are born,renewal in the void, I am storm In the vast unknown, we reach for our gracewith Read more
