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poem submitted to "1469" poetry contest, Brian Strand, sponsor, May 2, 2026
The dew of compassion gathers where night’s ache lingers longest; tender drops on weary hearts, cooling what sorrow left burning; at dawn they glimmer—grace given freely—brightening the bruised horizon.
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