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One mistake too many,
the last domino to fall.
Second chances jar empty,
no more problems to solve.
A riverbed of thoughts,
streams of humming making the sound.
Our memories created the current,
having the time again to dance around.
Day is young and bright,
a jump on it before forming the dew.
Time for a fresh start,
beginnings to begin, best intentions anew.
A heart with some miles on it,
all its character earned.
A deep well of life and living,
the pump fueled of hope... of lessons learned.
Copyright © matthew adams | Year Posted 2023
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