Birthdays

The poetry of birthdays is poetry of kaleidoscope. Earth falls into an elaborate series of patterns. Sun lights the far hills like candles love swells clouds like balloons. All that moves smiles. In the whirling radius of your life a gorgeous logic blazes forth. Everything makes sudden vivid temporary sense. Nothing left to hold back but tears. Nothing left to do save kneel and touch the feet of this perfect world

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