In Many Ways...
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In many ways, we are still suffering
From our forced exile from the pure Garden.
Perhaps that why we poets feel the need
To create. We are constantly searching
For a kind of wholeness; which we have been
Denied. In dreams, I still perceive weary
Troubadours of the Light wandering through
The darkness of the stifling centuries.
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