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As morning sunshine lights the day, A birthday dawns, in a special way. For Chrissaint Trivett, a writer true, A celebration awaits, with words anew. With pen in hand,Amidst the Inferno's Roar you weave your spell. Crafting stories that transport us well. Your words, a gift, to hearts and minds. A treasure trove, of imagination's finds. Today, we honor you, dear Chrissaint Trivett.  A master wordsmith, with a heart that's set.  On your special day, may joy resound, And your love for words continue to abound. May your birthday be filled with delight. As you celebrate, through day and night. May your pen never falter, nor your heart lose cheer, Happy birthday, dear Chrissaint Trivett, may your dreams draw near! Courtesy  Boonconnect

🍁 Disclaimer 🍁 This poem is a work of fiction inspired by real-life events. The views and opinions expressed in this poem are those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of any individual, organization, or government. The poem is intended to promote empathy, understanding, and peace. Courtesy ,  Chrissaint Trivett , Author. 🌹*******************🌹 By the ruins of Mariupol, we sat and wept.  Our hearts heavy with sorrow, our spirits slept.  The memories of peace, a distant, fading light.  A bittersweet reminder of our lost delight. In this besieged city, we hung our hopes on high. A symbol of our resilience, our mournful sigh, The bombs of war, a constant, deadly stream.  A reminder of our struggle, our future unseen. Through streets once filled with laughter, now death does reign.   The echoes of our footsteps, a haunting, mournful refrain.  We search for solace, a respite from the pain. A fleeting glimpse of hope, amidst...