A Lighthoue
Daniel
walks out and hugs me
even when I enter with a depressed heart
dirty thought and speech
envy, greed and Jealousy
Haboo:
grandfather tattered with scars stained
by arrogant judgment and hypocrisy
caresses my mind
Daniel pats my back
he holds a conversation in my poor
arms and winks
Daniel gives the gift of
trust to endure
the same shame
goes down to the bottom
staying in pure
on the pebbles of
broken and touched rocks
Watchman
Daniel,
Happy second birthday!
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