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IN process of being edited. Please stop by later. Just as I am Her arms, Winter branches Reaching up to heaven, "You'll have to take me as I am.” She sways, wind gusts, hair whips her cheeks. Her tears, like rain, cleanse her face. Acceptance begged is hers to take, Always Was hers. Clasped hands, she prays For guidance through the darkness For brilliant beacons to light her way She finds Her soul, In eagerness, Delights in hearing her “I'm everything I need to be, I'm me.{ center} This is my attempt at a String Cinquain. SWPoet 1-11-2011
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