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When angels took my love in dawn's white light, I wallowed in the wake of fate gone wrong; too weak to fight my demons in the night, too numb to know the gift that was her song. Like brittle leaves left dying in a field I longed to rise on autumn's gusty breeze. Without the gift of wisdom's words to wield I searched for hope beneath unbending trees. But soon I heard the rippling of a stream; along its banks, I shed my deep dismay. Enchanting verses smoothed the cracks and seams and soothed my soul with sounds of words at play. I never thought the gift of poetry would bring the joy and peace that lives in me.

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Date: 7/9/2025 11:02:00 AM
Hello Ron, Yes ron, there is a joy in poetry. all you have to do is look for the joy. Yes the sound of water does bring joy .Enjoying the sound of waves coming to the shore. is joyful. also relaxing. your friend/ Darlene/
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Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 7/10/2025 9:42:00 AM
Hello Ron, You are welcome my friend. /Darlene/
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Ron VanHooser
Date: 7/9/2025 2:53:00 PM
Thanks Darlene, I appreciate your comments. Your friend, Ron

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