By some chance of fate
I became where there was nothing before
This gift was given
So rare in its beauty
With a heart and spirit that soar

I will treasure this gift
That may or may not ever come again
And share its loving light
With all upon this lonely place
To give in comfort and easing pain

Stoic Poetry


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