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A quiet hush across the river’s shore,

haze filled air lying still upon the wind.

Beauty such as this makes my old heart pour,

with sad memories of all that I’ve sinned.



Thoughts of branches bare with empty being,

hard throughout my life to others weeping.

My soul darkened deeply never freeing,

never happy almost never leaping.



Penance on the surface of reflection,

as I bleed from memories held within.

This giving cause for a new direction,

for I have not been all I should have been.



Second chances blessed with hope and wisdom,

given me by the Lord of thy kingdom.