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On this most gloriously wretched day, the downpour shaking my window panes, after all this time, this dread, this flat footed fumbling, I have finally awakened with a song on my lips and poetry in my heart--as in times near forgotten before I fell trapped, broken hearted. Now, the rain slows slightly, speeds up again, but beats passionately, resonating, reverberating life. This late fall which soon will turn to winter becomes the spring-time of my soul.
Posted on: Mon, 15 Dec 2014 21:58:24 +0000

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