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entrance
it is remarkable to have not and understand it as ok
it is the way we pass through the days thinking that there could still
be something bigger....the streets were crowded that day and we all had been down that road on that day...cobblestone still wet from the morning dew reflected the dimmed sun cracked as the clouds revealed its wonder...i have been here before and thought it fine to have no direction to speak of and time had once again became relative...for i had stopped dreaming of hope and left it to the philosophers, the seeking of wisdom and pondering posibility...i had allowed myself to believe this new found place was good and fine and fit me well....what i did not count on was being wrong....
without notice nearly unseen
i had witnessed her entrance
innocent softly stepped her presence
had been revealed
as if to see for the first time
to have been asleep from days of old
for all had been seen before
i had been blessed with a precious gift
even if i would never know her seeing her made
it possible for
a dream to become hope again.
shy by nature i found words to
speak an unfamiliar calm...
her name became the news of my life.
it had been the days of old revealed beauty
in nature and glory of the new days light..i
had laid waiting and witnessed it first hand
but none that could compare...
surrendered to hope
and content with a new smile
that hadn't been.....
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