Life simply a gift:
nursed by virtue
shaped by matter
you’re perfect aren’t you
respect to the gift:
respect to virtue
not by any command
I just adore its rich hue
nursed and grown
fostered and sheltered
claim no reward
however I sweated and sweltered
about to close
a chapter I slaved on
Called the hidden virtue
no record yet I saved onewhat
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