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Shining Yet

A beckoned solitude--rejoice

The neighbors are in full voice

I hoist the window up a touch

To join the seasoned air

The whistling, crackling wind

Elopes to fill my unawares

I walked a reckless mile

Looped around familiar road

The earth was swollen cold and shut

A long and hopeless groan,

A target to remember

But to be here I forget,

I am where I am now

And to be here is to sit,

My mind it often wanders

To a valley of regrets

But I must look above the hill

The light--it's shining yet.

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