Who am l to thank
For this love, for this bliss,
For this feeling and the gift
To be everyone?
Who I'd love more than
More than mom and more than me,
More than everything I see,
More than everyone?
Nothing can compare
to the art of bees
To turn beauty of the flower
into honey sweet
None's so frail or fragile
none can closely sing
As these birds of passage
waking gearts in spring
If I was not a believer
I would cry and cry and cry
For every creature is perfect
And blessed and full of life
(Стихотворение друга
Who am l to thank
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