Myself
Angels pass in the form of monarchs,
Elegant and airy,
Life’s true beauty,
In all the splendor and grace,
I am lost.
I remind myself often of life’s treasures,
Regardless of how bountiful,
Or lacking,
I lack,
Such an immense amount of knowledge,
Of myself.
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