Beneath new shadows
seeing fresh faces
the uneven lines
and slow to fast paces
Here lurks an unknown
something for thought
gnawing at silence
as truth to be sought
pacing the room
conjuring questions
devising up answers
out of wistful obsessions
then comes a line
read in soft acquiescence
shedding some purpose
with specks of adherence
to be told where you are
by your own meek voice
recognizing the now
knowing there is always a choice
a light breaks through clouds
upon this simplicity
to live and live well
with a natural audacity
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