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golden dawn

had I been gifted
one more eternity –
another virgin dawn
to linger
o’er mysteries
almost understood
saved from nights repented
and set to loose again
days returning –
a baby cried
with want for one last kiss
a lifetime never lost –
by counting done

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Happy New Year’s, my friends.  In the house that is my heart, you are ten thousand windows!  ❤