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Friday the 13th
Eastward winds levitate leaves into birds
Flying briefly, they reach skyward
Towards a soft Sun, whispering warmth
Ten ravens gather thirteen fresh daisies
As ghosts wait patiently for nightfall
We picnicked lightly within a forest meadow
Aware of life’s darkness yet facing it calmly
Our eyes adjusted until we saw a glowing path
Westbound, and deeper into the unknown
Gentle Moon rays beamed from behind us
Suddenly it seemed clear:
“The only way out is through”
- Robert Frost
Flying briefly, they reach skyward
Towards a soft Sun, whispering warmth
Ten ravens gather thirteen fresh daisies
As ghosts wait patiently for nightfall
We picnicked lightly within a forest meadow
Aware of life’s darkness yet facing it calmly
Our eyes adjusted until we saw a glowing path
Westbound, and deeper into the unknown
Gentle Moon rays beamed from behind us
Suddenly it seemed clear:
“The only way out is through”
- Robert Frost
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