As these days pass me by like a river
I discover myself still inside times fold
I solely wait here for our story
One Day At a Time is what I’m told
The tranquil moments of now in observation
She sits still waiting to begin
As lines and forms now forever
Are etched deeply into her skin
Her emotions take on shapes and colors
Like birds take to the air in flight
Her splendor ascends in progression
Like a flower that blooms at night
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