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December 1, 2018

 

you dance light upon the page

words tossed effortlessly about

with casual deliberance

as though you hadnt a care

in all the big world

yet your themes belie a life

less charmed than my own

more with danger filled

and darkness too, perhaps

yet of grace full aware

You grace these pages as a cloud

might grace a summers sky

and I gaze, as a cotton-ball might,

upon what I thought I was

 


Each New Day A Miracle
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