shadow

The way back

(Poem to myself) It's nothing personal, this blow. Hold, and let vibrations cease. Sky's still in place, and earth below. Persevere, at peace. Dawn soon shall burn across your sight, and rainbows reappear, birds again lift song and flight, and joys assemble here like children lost down trackless hours. The mind is powered for this. See how its lighted spirit flowers from night's dark chrysalis.

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