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There's a pace

in stillness...

that holds

hearts in hands

that runs


to streams

of light

behind winter

breathing clouds

that chastens

and takes

the blows

of an ill wind

that catches

the leaf

before it falls

that waits

to say goodbye

There's a pace

in stillness...

that rests

with quiet eyes

looking to see

heaven gain

that walks


our somber steps

bringing us up

to now

and forever again.

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