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Aug 2016
I awoke this morn'
with sunlight traces of hope
upon the  tiles in my foyer,
like wonderous stories
told upon
the future's worries
winter storms return
go away all away in the
bright shimmerings
on the castle walls
the beams of light
call the zephyrs of hope
into my den
my parlor
my boudoir
under my cover
of hiding
no mores
wordvango
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wordvango
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