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today the sky is like my grandma's hair
and i sense that there is wisdom hidden in the air
and white flowers are blooming on the trees
just as memories of you return so bright to me
but the rain falling today is not that of tears
rather it is the redemptive cleansing of my fears
and eventhough i don't know where this sidewalk will lead
i am content to walk, following this path in front of me
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