In the cosmos, human’s small,
scurrying about atop their ball.
We’ll think we’re large until our fall,
when all are blue on this little ball.
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Day: September 9, 2021
Always Near
When apart, memories I find.
Your portrait’s painted across my mind.
A soundtrack plays, we dance slow.
Visions rewind and forward we go.
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