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Salute.

Birthdays 

Come and go like the four

Ever blowing 

Winds

Particularly like the old ones

Serenading us

From the East

They surround you with 

New hopes or evocative deep

Dreams 

Maybe some

Warm prayers and blessings 

Or just everything else 

Just lying 

In-between 

But to those who really 

Embrace your true inner 

Beauty 

That special hidden part

Of your everlasting soul

Your higher self 

Sometimes whispers

To carefully hide

Those magical expressions 

And moments 

Entwined 

Particularly through their divine

Time

They share just with you

Will forever outshine the

Brief ones which never really 

Survive

But burn so bright

To extinguish any

Dark emotions which 

May emerge in the

Darkness of night 

In the spiritual pews and 

Tear filled altars

Of your higher self's

Red Church 

A deeply hidden 

Place where you 

Sometimes wander to

Whenever you hurt 

To stand once again 

In the four 

Metaphorical winds

Particularly the old ones

Blowing in

From the East

As all those cherished 

Beloved memories 

Swirling in your higher minds

Bright eyes

Walk past and 

March 

Triumphantly 

And help your once weakened 

Soul 

To recharge and change the

Once 

Red 

Into a new blessed 

White
Divine 

Church 

Copyright John Duffy