The sun is set.
The clouds are grey.
My heart is yearning.
For another day.
For a day of newness.
A day of gifts.
A day of signs.
A day of lifts.
I have no direction.
Only hope that's left.
Do I turn forward or back.
I'm left feeling bereft.
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