Night

Walking through a winter wood,
Weeping for what I could have been
But am not now, nor ever was.

What will be, who knows?
Will morning come,
As smoothly as night?

Answers to some questions
Don’t always come easily.
But they do come.

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Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger, Advocate

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