The day made weary from new beginnings and dreams of better days

Tides of an unwavering sea erode the shoreline where I once stood

Where benounced to me I was the lighthouse keeper

Finding a self once lost, new, and forever changing

Setting sail to islands hidin in distant futures


We're all unique lil bbys by happenstance and

often I forget how grateful I should be for that

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You paint a picture with your words faster than any oil painter.


Beautiful poem.. Echoes of the past