Over There

thoughtsFromB4

Over. Still, I linger…There. Where all things once seemed so fair.

Perhaps I’ll walk. Wander. Where? Because everything was there?

But I'll no longer wonder There, for its just passed despair.

Instead, I’ll grow, ponder errs, and give all their fair-earned share.

Moving on with grace and care, knowing everything is rare.

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