I speak, but seem
to speak in vain.
I see, but seem
to see in vain.
Once, my love and I
stood long, speaking,
seeing and listening.
Now, on this path
she is with me again.
How clearly she shines
to bring me rest.
By this, to rise again.
And welcome another day,
with rays of hope.
A Wandering Poet 
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