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The Gift of Insight
Candle light–
Flickering in–
the night.
Wisps of the dark–
A dreaded freight.
Whispered words–
said out of spite,
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Eyes Opened Wide
As a kid I would sit and listen to the rain,
Thinking of Mother Earth’s pain.
I knew our climate was rising,
My worry went ignored, unsurprising.
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