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A Mourning Journey

The dark knell of the wind chime, Sounding in the dark, On this morning’s journey, Forward I embark.   How best described the way I feel, What comes from deep inside, The churning chaos, anguish, Love, I often try to hide.   The spongy ground beneath my feet, Nowhere to run or hide, Feelings allowed, …

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