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There's a clarity that comes with age,
confusion on the run
The light much brighter deep inside,
no writing on the come
My youth endeavors, drifting lines,
those hedges where I'd hide
Have all been trimmed or taken down,
left nothing to deny
There's a clarity that comes with age,
lens sharpened, filters off
Regrets left bleeding where they fell,
to die amongst the frost
When morning comes my eyes are clear,
the past a long goodbye
My vision focused on my dreams
-no longer asking why
(Bryn Mawr College: April, 2020)
confusion on the run
The light much brighter deep inside,
no writing on the come
My youth endeavors, drifting lines,
those hedges where I'd hide
Have all been trimmed or taken down,
left nothing to deny
There's a clarity that comes with age,
lens sharpened, filters off
Regrets left bleeding where they fell,
to die amongst the frost
When morning comes my eyes are clear,
the past a long goodbye
My vision focused on my dreams
-no longer asking why
(Bryn Mawr College: April, 2020)
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