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Circumventing the Silence 1
The night so long with dreaded suspense
and pain the darkness augments.
Morning circumvents
the silence.
Grope!
Dawn's mist of dew inspires common sense
dread retreats in self-defense.
Morning circumvents
the silence.
Cope!
Birdsong echoes my triumph intense,
stirring light and breeze commence.
Morning circumvents
the silence.
Hope!
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