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We lived a thousand nights at one,
that starry night of late September,
and counted breathes one by one,
each one an echo to remember…
 
A lot of time has passed since then,
though never enough will be it ever,
until death...would be a shame
We put it right and said: Forever…
 
Now our breath has become wisdom
and our kids are growing fast
i found a way to feel emotional
about that starry night of our past
 
You may have some gray hair now,
or any wrinkle on your skin,
you'll always be the brightest star
the vastness of heavens bears within.
 
ⒸLeonard Seiti Wednesday Morning 3Am