When All Is Lost
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Jayne Louise Davies
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The joy of poetry,
It draws me close,
I'm in that place,
I cherish the most.
Soft words that flow,
That lift my soul,
And I will never feel alone.
Replacing what I need and then,
I can relish within in its charms,
Again and again.
When all is lost and gone away,
Poetry is beside me,
Everyday.
Jayne Louise Davies
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