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A Wanting
It can ebb
From the weight of thoughts waiting
Where the light of this warm heart's glowing
That by direction alone and with color not said
Can and quite often lead the lonely to our meanest of streets
Yet, longingly from hill top above - its blood is still flowing and as red as a ruby is buried deep
Just same,
This place is where kept are its day's worriesome nightly heard sighs
A heart,
An incoming vision from far, far away - now seen as a Snow Fence in summer as it cries
This web, is always an empty wind that rushes through its weathered pickets
That some now howl for the cold, cold company as their winter keep
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