The Silence, The Renewal

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The silence, the emptiness, of my room,
Fill me not with dread, but with hope.
For they extort out of me new beginnings.
A renewal, a reshaping, a reemergence.
So much like winter’s retreat in the face
of spring’s freshly painted artillery.
In the clearing, in the chaste opening,
I stumble upon a way back

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