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SELF-LOVE

SELF-LOVE

It was you

It was always you

When the rains beat hard

When the sun scorched sour

When I looked about and surfed alone

You were inside me, alone with me

I looked in the mirror, a struggle for confidence

The child is dying, a man is growing

With hopes restoring, love so awakening

In sheepish boldness I whispered

“breathe Kester, breathe”

For This too would pass

And with a beam of hope

Slowly I live

For the first time since all these started

I smiled

And

It was beautiful…

DHESERT CHEQUER

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