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February 18, 1961

 Wings
 have grown, from torn shoulderblades.
Once desperate red-orange
skies, with its lacey tattered clouds release the past, embracing
the future through silent liturgy

Wisdom gained from
the harshness in life has layered me with a patina the burnished kind wrapping my hope in warm
confidence
 
Stored are my yesterday's
along with every tomorrow
I find no need to hold them †
as I will live each day now
without regret or sorrow †

Awakened, from my careless
carefree days of †crushing
blossoms under my feet mindless of what I may leave behind.

I †move forward with an understanding to not grieve
for the past nor mourn
for the future but to face
each day with love to be
the very best I can be
to face each day with love
such is †the birth of my legacy

Today, my 60 birthday
February, 18, 1961
Valeriyabeyond
Written by Valeriyabeyond (Dhyana)
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