Dark drift today
tomorrow may
fresh start uplift.
Luck's interplay
through painful rift
prepares fresh day
where bitter cliff
once hid sun's ray.
Lost won turns, way
can open if
heart true will stay,
to self and sift
lie ties away,
perspectives shift
from bonds passé
to shared links, lift
the buds of May
from ice cold drift
sad, silent stay
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