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how it was
you found me –
a vine within the stone
a path you’ve suffered often
to where all sorrow goes
you wonder
as I’ve wondered
you curse sometimes the way
when night surrounds me weeping
I wonder why you stayed
to see me safe
to chart my course
so different from the rest
who were you
when I was lost
in grief beyond myself
to darkness forged of longing
question born of sighs
where I was
to wander back to you
mountains beneath mountains
rivers deep and wide
swept me to the ocean
to sands
by loss denied –
to find me whole
some other day
when I am yours again
to fill the winds
with mystery
at the mention of your name

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