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Threshold
At the threshold of tomorrow,
Where commitment meets the dawn,
Understanding whispers softly,
In a master class of hope reborn.
A moment of not knowing,
Yet calm before the storm—
Two sides agree in silence,
As futures take on form.
Thanksgiving for the journey,
Each step both dignified and rare,
Moving through the shadows,
Barely grasping what is fair.
Together we will flourish,
On this path, our hearts will tread,
For every threshold we cross,
Is a new world to be fed.
Copyright ©
Isaac Tsoho
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