Field of flowers, blowing wind
Dancing the demon's dance, to win
Every flower in the field,
Different shape, color, size and scent
Though they are all needed
To be a field, to be a dance
The Sun and Moon is shining brilliant bright,
With wisp billowing sky-bounds, milky white,
Clouds of quavering trill, sylph and sylphlike slender singers
Scattered with tousled wind-blown blue
More thin clouds, than the sky itself
As I'm thinking of the two of you
Both are lovely, both born on this day
Unless the older one lied of this day in question,
Misconstrued my comprehension of your
Birthday true direction,
Hidden the date for protection
Of the truth
None the less,
I celebrate the two of you today
On this day, I say Happy Birthday
I love you all
T. Plotz
I'm Thinking Of Two
17 FEB 2017
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