Temporary hardship,
And I fall apart.
The days do pass
With each a new tax
Simple living fading fast.
But at each days end
The night does fall
Allowing my mind to mend.
Then in my heart and in my head,
Love's sweet voice,
Soft whisper of a distant friend.
The darkness within me,
Brought into light,
Momentary ambivalence of my strife.
by KLP Copyright 2003
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