John
We conquer the world,
Spinning from one life to the next,
High like the late summer sky in August, and a birthday to Remind us how far we’ve come.
Guided by celestial voices we follow the paths designed for Us, and we may tread lightly or sometimes barely at all but We make our way just fine.
He is not my blood, but he is my brother; I have lived and Died with him a thousand times.
Copyright © Catelyn Meeker | Year Posted 2020
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