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A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long. – E. E. Cummings

Morning hums
around me
vibrating promise

despite
how it seems
always
there is some way
to redeem
any situation
to reclaim
that which you believe
is lost

The door is not closed
only you
choose to believe
the path back
is gone

my truth whispers
always
there is a way
at least one
back
if that
truly is
what you seek

do you?

there is a price

Miracles.
it will be one
if you find the door
if you find the key
to yourself
tat propels
back to me

always have
always will
believe
happy endings
and love
that does not die
and goes on loving
despite everything
loving anyways.

waiting here
for my happy ending.

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