After a long day spent
Asking never-ending questions
To see if I’m deserving
Of my state, now in the darkening
Twilight, the slightest wind-swept
Brush of burnished gray-brown hair
Cross her steady unassuming gaze
Reminds me it’s best I let the light,
That incredible uplifting light of hers
That never seems to end,
Sweep my every doubt away,
Leaving me alone to cherish my fate.
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