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A Gentler Path
Shielded by dark clouds
from suspicious sun's glare
She slipped out the door
Took him up on his dare
To find a gentler path
a rose amidst thorns
To turn her life around
To wake up every morn
To the voice of birds singing
to a world at peace
No more screams ringing
from Pain a surcease
He awoke, she was gone
lightning bolts rent his dawn
Copyright ©
Gershon Wolf
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