And the morning comes
No trumpet heralding dawn
No brilliant sunrise
Rooted again in the same place
Where once I was
And am still
The day changes
The moon has grown a little more
Yet here I stay
When will release come
Quiet beauty envelopping
The twisting path layed once again
Before my feet
I await
Depairing
Hoping
To feel it once more
The comfort of you
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