A : Week One
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A spoken word, many unspoken feelings,
An open wound, a long way to go in its healing,
I cherish the pain, I cherish the memory,
The peace within that has no boundary.
True to my self, I drawn inspiration from within,
For I have none to answer, and no-where to begin.
A journey I traveled often many a million miles,
For now I long to be all smiles.
The sun is out, shining bright and strong,
And now my friend I shall bid adieu, so long.
Until we meet again, dear spring.
I must weather the winter, to be able to hear the birds sing.
I saw the rainbow, I shall see it again,
And for that with God, I have a strong bargain.
I shall toil until then, and my actions stay strong,
For I shall not be gone, for very long.