When My Poem Wept

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This is the poem that weeps
In the doorway of sorrow
That runs from light
Because in light love is known
Because in light, all things do not weep

And when anxiety takes over
When you are alone, and the light turns to complete darkness,
In a room crowded with fearful people
As if this is a carefree person.





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