With ev’ry fiber his body is tense,
A silent request to forget the cold.
Aware his passive needs wish no offense,
Spiritual reckonings react bold.
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Haunting memories; Nature’s innocent
Reality might always knock on doors,
Holding keys allowed while only recent
Lessons may describe pathways he abhors.
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When suddenly life has many years now
Traveled beyond that hour of settled doom.
Now might the passerby recall, just how,
That fleeting failure could perhaps mushroom?
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Remember each trail, forever recall
Life reaps beauty within each time we fall
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