NaPoWriMo - day #22
This one fine life, this miraculous loveliness, this way
you have of conjuring spring in me even when it's cold.
This deep devotion, highest of standards, this promise
to remember you are a choice forged from gold. This
small and quiet poem, this not-different-but-better,
this slivered moon of proof that my life begins and ends
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