Birthday Homage for my Friend
Never forget your friends, no matter how far away!
In fields of yellow flowers bright,
You walk with courage, holding light.
A heart so soft, yet brave and true,
The world is kinder having you.
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Through storms that tore the sky apart,
You kept love blooming in your heart.
For every tear the night has known,
You rose again — you’ve always grown.
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Three little souls look up and see
Your strength wrapped soft in empathy.
A mother’s love, a steady flame,
A quiet hero, and one name.
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So on this day, may sunlight stay
A little longer on your way.
May gentle joy find you still stand,
And hold your heart with tender hands.
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And may this year start today
Bring peace that never drifts away.
For you deserve the brightest hours
My friend who blooms like yellow flowers.
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CA'DE LUCE
I speak of spirit, soul, and flame,
Of humanity’s quest, our endless aim.
Religion, memory, stories untold,
Poetry woven with truths, oh! so bold.
Evolution’s path, the heart’s deep call,
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