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I thought I’d find you
in the bright fields of morning
but you hide in dust
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in forgotten dreams
whispering through empty streets
where hope clings to pain
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here light meets shadow
where brokenness still believes
it can find a way
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in this darkened place
I trace the shape of absence
like a blind man\'s touch
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I know you are near
a soft glow at the edge of
despair’s quiet song
Richard Gordon Zyne