H.W

I owe my life

to these heavens;

bright blue clouds

of eventual life,

I owe them. 

I owe my good

health to these

heavens;

spring rain collecting

hopes of a

past life,

I owe them. 

I owe my beauty 

to these heavens;

if only time

would loosen its

grip,

I owe them. 

I owe these words

to the heavens;

watch. 

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