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To Be A LIght

A cold and rainy May appears with songs.
Outside the feeders wait for hungry wings.
My thoughts return to past unsettled wrongs,
It seems that I can never give up things.

The trees are filled with buds and greening flecks.
But will the cold destroy the eager blooms
Or shall we hope that life in all respects
Will once again return from winter's tombs.

In just this way I dream that I may pass
Beyond my pain and loss that brought distress
And left me in a terrible morass
Of wasted time I could not well express.

May all my friends so eager and so bright
See how I can forgive and spread my light.

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