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Mar 2016
Onward through the darkest night,
at last there appears some light.

To look up and see with wondrous eyes,
a glowing moon up in the skies.

A light to guide me through the gloom,
and watch the evening flowers bloom.

The walk began to clear my head,
now the thoughts I start to tread.

A day is filled with want and need,
the night is of a different breed.

Absolve the stress of hours past,
this moonlit walk will always last.
William Russell
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