Untitled 7 (I really ought to start thinking of names for these things LOL)
A gentle wind
can push it either way
the delicate
balance of life
grasp each day
and hold it tight
engrave on your memory
the small joys
tomorrow comes
much to fast
with new challenges
that we must pass
try not to dwell
on things yet to come
some day you too
will walk in the sun
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