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A cheerful silence
Finds rest among
These traveling reflections
The hearth still burns
Bereft of her mesmerized kin
And it soothes only me
In these placid and mournful hours
To breathe easily
With a full and thankful heart
To convene with memory
Shall remain my most treasured gift
And with warm bones
I’ll peacefully sink
Into the folds
Of a tranquil sleep
Finds rest among
These traveling reflections
The hearth still burns
Bereft of her mesmerized kin
And it soothes only me
In these placid and mournful hours
To breathe easily
With a full and thankful heart
To convene with memory
Shall remain my most treasured gift
And with warm bones
I’ll peacefully sink
Into the folds
Of a tranquil sleep
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