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In night's lonely silence,
Alone, I walk the familiar path
To where my spirit seeks contentment.
Beside a quiet pool,
Captured reflections of the moon.
My senses heightened
By the fragrant air...
Shimmering solitude.
Tranquility ever near,
An age old bench beckons my heart
Reflect on that
Which dispells my fears.
Forever lost in time,
I find my true delight...
Sweet memories, real as love,
In deep repose with night.
(Written Sept. 2002....I'm still here!)
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