On the loom of time, a tapestry bright,
Mom's birthday, threads of pure delight.
Each moment woven, a vibrant hue,
A masterpiece of love, tried and true.
Childhood whispers, secrets shared,
Lessons learned, how much she cared.
Today, a chapter in the book of her,
A birthday wish, a love transfer.
Like candles flicker, spirits soar,
Memories painted, forevermore.
In this celebration, joy takes flight,
Happy birthday, Mom, our guiding light
About the Creator
Buzu
Verses sculpted from the heart, I'm a poet navigating emotions with ink-stained fingertips. Crafting tales that dance between reality and dreams, my words paint a symphony of feelings in the canvas of life. 📜✨ #PoetLife #Wordsmith
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>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
By D. J. Reddall7 days ago in Fiction
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