What We Find Here

We find here
days that swirl
to days. We
find here nights
of love

We find pain here
and fear and others
in loneliness, fear,
pain, which is

not to say we
do not find here
others who give
comfort and
love even.

Like a spring
storm, lightening
can sear the
air but rain may
fall too, gentle

and lulling. What
we find here is
the will to find
all we can find
here, hugging

some, cringing
away some, yet
aching, eager
always for what
we find here.


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