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In Tomorrow's Shade
Two mistakes had been made
with my conscience under attack,
One was to let it go,
the other was taking it back.
Spoken words cast the blame
and I entirely agreed
That so much had been moved
beyond the hour of my need.
Somewhere just past the night
walks the young lad that I outgrew,
Sees it all through my eyes
but from a simpler point of view.
Whispers glide unspoken
through stormy ravages of Spring,
Bluebird’s spirit's broken
and she has fallen from the wing.
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