She looked out the back porch window
just taking a moment to breathe;
This stirring again in her soul,
not sure if it’s joy or it’s grief.
What’s coming or never will be
she really has no words to say;
The whole world just seems out of reach,
she knew it would come to this day.
Imagining life for tomorrow
pretending wh…
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