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Monday, December 16, 2019*

You all are so beautiful.

The words to describe are chanting.

What water brings is solely your voice.

How we interpret things; so be it our choice.

I chose nothing today.

But here I find myself to say.

If you hold two pupils above your nose,

…below the instrument to say what flows.

Why life separates us by things we don’t see?

I don’t answer, but enjoy the scenery.

A poet who turns 33.

A gift which doubted at 23.

Ten years in the making, happiness craved me.

One question I can answer.

The people are my gift I only write to see.

-Budd