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Writer's pictureJane Prinsep

Seeing It From Above

On a plane again; alone. Through torn openings in Sunlit, cotton-wool clouds I spy populated clusters; Pockets of life, teeming With questions, arguments, Heartaches, that match Even overpower, mine. The universe presents The bigger picture It’s so easy to remain Within my own parameters. But I won’t, I will choose to see That there will be joy again. Some time away It waits, for me alone. Yes, I will love again.

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