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Father's Day
When the crushing dark ice was enclosing
And the horizon a terrible sight.
Who spoke the warm words, to comfort me at night?
When isolation became overwhelming
And there was nowhere left to hide.
How silent were the voices, that could have asked me inside?
When so desperate was desperation
And faith withering dry on the vine.
How closed were the arms, that could ...
Saturday 22nd June 2019 5:56 pm
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