two days ago was rain
cold then ice this morn
each day a chapter of a book
that will never be written
Memory fails.Stories chatter
People reach out and are hugged
Warmth is what we emit when
we remember sunlight and kindnesses-
that we are all miniature flowers
in this world garden.Even if weed emotions
threaten to choke our growth.Each moment of sun
adds to the one before and after is an afterthought
Right now you are perfect.Remember this moment.
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