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TURNED PAGES
Familiar welcoming arms stretch out Warm eyes earnestly seek to assure Or try to at the very least
Pages of life pleading to be turned New chapters opened, awaiting a look Promising a clean fresh slate
The old, smudged, partially blotched Story of our lives is being hidden from view As we pretend it’s gone
Will the rustle of oncoming unknown winds Ever flip them open once more, exposing Those wounds that may heal
A slate once cleaned, a page once turned May appear to be a beginning afresh But will the past ever rest…
~Glowing Embers~
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