There's grace in forgetting
and forcing pen on paper
Spitting words out and trying to
make it all better
A bouquet of forget-me-nots
Holding on
to whispers of night
Daylight dreaming
and waiting, simply waiting
Dreaming of all that is and all that will be
There will be abundant hope
in times to come
and times right now
Somehow
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