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Though darkness came this year, and pain
it has not cast us down nor any battle won,
and clouds there are that gather still
but cannot kill the sky nor hide the rising sun

Through trial, tempest, shadows, rain,
we jogged like dogged marathoners 'gainst our fears
though road was turned to mud and mire
our feet we pounded, raised again against the year

Though murk and gloom around have lain
it has not conquered you (nor us) nor overcome
and mighty though its bluster be
this sorrow is but fog, by daylight soon undone

Through canyons, valleys, broken plains,
we hiked like mountaineers against the rocks and shame
though path was crumbling dust and shale
we unimpressed pressed on, though wearied, wounded, lamed


Another year awaits your tired, lovely soul,
I swear again you will not walk these months alone

My hand in yours, your beauty still my sword against the night
until we two shall set the world alight, aright, aflight


  1. Thanks. It's one of the better ones I've written this year (though a good edit after I gave it to her helped... I missed some of the rhymes initially!).


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