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Down a Bright Way
Close to the center,
near to where silence
fills my straining ears,
where long years
of searching end,
I find you waiting
my old friend.
You take my hand
and in a glance
know all.
Without a word
down a bright way
we walk.
poem
by
Steven Federle
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