On the golden shore
she plays with water and sand.
No thoughts of before,
no thoughts now demand
while the miracle of life
plays its symphony,
even amidst contrived strife
and ego'd infamy.
Tis a joy,
Tis a mystery,
plans to employ,
creating new history.
Play, child, and revel now,
your time is nigh
to dance and sing and help somehow
to harmonize and deify.
Day 16
Day 16
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