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Remembering Joy (Free verse) by ifni it was darkness, and then
joy
as hope entwined my soul
it was the
dawning,
remembering
my mind, stretching
oh, yes, I have one -
a mind
and thoughts to think with it
words to spill from it
like sweet fire,
running from my fingertips
I, the creative
joy.
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