caresses of the waking sun
shine down upon your gentle days,
may all the innocence you need
be closer than a breath, always
and may you find your loved ones near,
their precious heartbeats in your chest,
and each new shining day be warm,
and full, and real, and rich,
and blest
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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