By Soap
Bless!
The weary traveler, walking to new lairs,
With their eyes on golden lands, the breeze lifting their hair,
Feel the warm touch of sunshine after a mundane day,
Remember past memories filled with happiness and gay.
Bless!
The sorrowed worker, never feeling change,
Of an ever active world not centered round their brain,
Let them explore freely, with unlimited foray;
Find joy in the small things, in creation and in make.
Bless!
All who read this, going through the times,
May you never think freedom should ever be a crime,
Here’s to every & all the times, whether good or bad;
Which define your life- keep them close, from seas to sand.
soap&diamonds 
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