A poem is a Great Horned Owl
mourning the departing night;
mourning the twinkling stars
fading in dawns nascent light.
A poem is a Nightingale
rejoicing in dawns first rays;
rejoicing as the rising sun
gives birth to a new day.
A poem is a Mourning Dove
lamenting the fleeting day;
lamenting life's swift passage
from birth to the grave.
Gratitude List For 8 Rahmat
Today I am thankful ... ...that my Bank of America checking account is not overdrawn today. ...for fresh brewed hot coffee. ...that the $10.66 from Survey Junkie hit my checking account today. ...for 16.9 FL OZ of drinking water because I can easily carry them with me when I go on the paratranset bus. ...that I have 441 points in my Survey Junkie account. ...that I have $20.97 in my Vindale Research account. ...that I received a merit badge today.
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