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The wound is the place where the light enters you. All day I think of those I love And how much they've grown Into life's elaborate tapestries Of which I wanted to be a part. I long to see their faces again, To hear their laughter, To feel the warmth of their embrace, To be burned by the fire of their love. Yet even as I yearn for their presence, I know that I am not alone, For their love burns within me, Guiding me through the darkness, And lighting my way home.
A woman in a white dress touched by golden light and sparks, exuding a serene and contemplative ambiance.