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Rated: E · Poetry · None · #2353416

Just a poem for my son's birthday.

Happy Birthday!

I watched tiny
you on the apartment balcony,
calling to the soap bubbles
you blew—ascending,
descending, fading away.

Now you drift
on the breath of time,
tall and radiant,
shining with a light no hand can hold.
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