You Were Made

For this one time each year

For this hour that passes infinity,

So small as to stir all humanity

To herald it in marches,

And of ballads and epics,

So cheap as its value turns to nothing,

To pricelessness,

That this hour, quietly passing by,

Another hour in another day,

Marking you by grace

And age

And all I can be is grateful

That this hour happened

So many years ago,

When you first cried

And my soul danced upon the knowledge

That yes,

You were born.

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About kyogakura
Bored 95% of the time.

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