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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte

Haiku: Lament For the Future

January day
Dull gray clouds obscure the sky
Too warm for jeweled snow

Will it thus be so
World unrecognizable
In aeons ahead?

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