One deafening cry as dawn broke the night sky,
she began to sail through life in early July
One couple of dark brown eyes,
like a pool of liquid chocolate: iced
streaming clear water without disguise
One delicate heart loaded with wonder,
like rose petals in midsummer,
blooming with thunder
One beam of ivory skin in sight,
flashing fearlessly with all her might,
what a pure delight
One pair of lips soaring laughter beyond compare,
like a stormy symphony in the air
One little solo warrior in the making,
brutally breathtaking.
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To my sweet one-year-old self:
Today I made a little present for you and about you: one pocket-sized poem.
Your first birthday might not have been celebrated the way it should've been.
but that shouldn't stop you from believing that you are loved.
Loving you is like placing one chubby cherry on top of a black forest cake;
Loving you is easy.
Happy birthday, onederful me.
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