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day 926: December poem, II

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Suits and pies
and favorite places;
favorite faces come through.

My heart is tied
to dusty spaces,
fading light, and songs,
and you.

It’s true, at night
the light needs the moon
to reach a troubled mind.

Step, step, step,
we make it through.
The only question –
were you kind?

Truth and lies
and worried paces;
little lessons in the day.

I am saying – thank you,
favorite faces.
You light the path
along the way.

Om Gum Shrim Maha Lakshmiyei Swaha

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