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Drifting through the words

Days that blur from one

To another

A haze of empty thoughts,

A twisting path that fell

Between the pages

Away from life

Living as the blind,

Until the day of sight

When letters formed your name

Behind my eyes

And let me see again,

And words upon the page

Wrote a story new

Within my book

To show me how to live,

And now the pages turn

In wonder each word comes

From your lips to mine

A life of love to live.