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Somewhere
How does one say what is near beyond telling though somewhere inside of the soul lies the sum waving the pen but forgetting the spelling of all the beginnings discreetly begun. Set your foot on your bridge and I on mine yours the burden and slow approach under a river where doubts repine pray that a moment of truth encroach. And when I find it--by hard work or mercy smaller it is than such moments should be but triteness becomes to me all the more worthy mountains diminishing, revealing me. Where you begin at is but the beginning of endings which could be the breath of forgiving. |