Now fruits hang on my ceilings
Ripened with promises on the fall
A hope that keeps my heart young
Along the warmth of these shoresides
Now I journey to each place I’ve once lived
To meet the old me and greet it with newness
A thing of celebration for who I have become
Sync with my sunlight and pass it on to the moon
To fill every loop within my uniformed chapter
But I can say
I am a centerpiece walking on moonlight
A jar full of glue in very many a situation
And each time I lend my voice out to others
I birth a society within my palms’ shore
And an open arm waiting.
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