let the world….

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let the world do as it will…
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what pale light lingers of endless Winter days
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fades from these eyes averted,
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far away from this reluctant silhouette’s
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anonymous imprints in greying sidewalk slush.
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let the world do what it has…
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i measure my walk lightly here in frugal steps
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and speak less amidst the throng,
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not belonging where i don’t an eager
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trade of so many years in such meager wisdom.
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so let the world do what it must…
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that our words and value lie less in volume
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than in selfless devotion’s daily intent.
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this grateful heart returns Home

warm with aromas of pine scented candles and

food so lovingly prepared,
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the eclectic comfort of all we’ve collected
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of familiar voices and heartbeats
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and know there is no world i need but ours.
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