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Poem for the Departed from the Tiny House…

All steps have led to this solemn demise at the end of the road,

A Tiny House with Winter’s chill, its frozen drifts gleam on the snow.

Waiting for us so long it seems, we’ve paused our lives we’ve swept our dreams,

Beneath the dusty ashen stair, but soon they’ll know what brought us here.

A breath of hope so crystal clear, water streams like angel’s tears,

The windows glow a welcomed light, bringing Faith back into sight. – Tina M.E.

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