The Gift Of Self

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Time goes by
in a blink of an eye,
and so many times
we sit down and cry.

When our heart aches
and our mind takes
all that it can,
all it foresakes.
It’s our gift of life
that’s primarily at stake.

So from the depth of our soul,
we have one thing, one goal…
to be given and not stolen.
It’s the gift of “ME”.
It’s a passage of life,
our most divine role.

This poem was written/submitted by Anabela Loureiro.

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