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dark night
she cannot
sleep
her thoughts
are like
a spider’s net
trapping
her soul
no escape
from the
never ending
question
she
cannot
answer:
when will
it be my turn
to find joy
in what
I do?
thoughtful
playful
love
she looks at me
and smiles
as she can see
that I struggle
to find an ending
to my story

enjoy the process
she quietly says
knowing that
this will not
be easy
fog and weeping sky
dancing red and yellow leaves
fleeting happiness
yellow and red leaves
misty mornings greeting me
quiet is my mind
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