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Uncertain

Judy G. Burst 1945 (Ruston, La.isiana) – 2021 (New Braunfels, Texas)



There was a light that grew so bright
and lightly touched my face.
It opened up another path
that lead me to this place.

Into the forest, thick and dark,
I ran at a furious pace,
and neve stopped to consider the source,
that drove me to this place.

I looked around, but nary a sound,
not even a familiar face.
For solid ground from which I bound,
left me in a curious state.
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Submitted by ottoburst on August 09, 2021

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