i think on how i can change this to say how precious we are to us and how common we are in the scheme of things how we should maybe get a life and live it not expect it to wait on you (or others too) but we just get on with it as best we can and love ourselves doing it; we are not important, what we do may be more so - may be. but maybe, only maybe i don't care for gods much nor they for me but we live and let live and respect goes a very long way and every single day the sun in me seems to brighten it can be work even when it drops a kiss on my head after this day has dawned and winter exhales once i love its icy face and lone winter breath comes home to rest on the palms on the tips clinging like crazy but losing the battle by ten a.m. this will be the way it goes for thirty days hanging in there longer and more silently and succumbing to sun until cold climbs from tip to trunk and down to brown ground walking haughtily, privately, coldly focused on meeting me halfway or me walking across to plant an early morning kiss first (i'm easy), sucking up to winter and not minding even the littlest bit
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