just one day,
nothing special,
nothing different.
inflated by society,
infiltrated by consumerism,
tainted by expectations,
caught on a chance,
hung on hope.
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it's just a day,
a date on the calendar,
forgotten it hurts,
the pain,
superficial in nature,
heart breaking in reality.
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a warm beverage,
a good meal,
a hearty conversation.
a day passes outside,
minutes are shared inside.
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parting, bittersweet,
anticipation, expectation,
unknown, intoxicating,
caution looms,
I laugh, and dream.
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A birthday, another year of life, or something resembling it. A day of chances, of opportunities. Returns unknown, expectations wild. A full, yet happy day. A day that should be a birthday. One of hope, of friends, of food, of fellowship. A day of chance, and meetings, and new paths for life's journey. No one knows what will be yielded, or what may be lost. It feels good though, and the sun shines, despite the wet evening. A warmth guides the weary as they dream, sleep yielding comfort and closure.
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