We are human,
Simply human,
Flowers in the garden
God is the gardener.
Love is the love
Of the light that we hold
Deep inside our separate beings,
Expressed in the ways only we can imagine.
Success is not what drives us,
Happiness does not sustain us,
Yet we live for the fear
Of the vanishing yesterday,
The unknown future.
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