Forty-One Must Cross Her Swollen Streams

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Forty-one must cross her swollen streams
On slippery stones, not often looking back.
Revelations come and go while what
The moment brings is floating bric-a-brac.
Yet she still looks forward to her dreams.

Of love and joy, she does not feel the lack,
Nor does she think the exit's fully shut,
Enduring what enduring hope redeems.

Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.

Video and Audio Music: Mysterious Sorrows.
By Aakash Gandhi. Music free to use at YouTube.

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