And all it took was three letters, obscured,
looking right at me from the picture I found.
This feeling of conspiracy has been lured
from beneath years of heavy uncertainty.
Now the wind quiets in my filled mind
and I want to fall and kiss the ground
while the unseen cords tighten and bind
the old days to the new in infinity.
Another gift, another love, another day
with the whole of my life now bound
to mean something to me in a new way.
Dreams in fruition; clarity from obscurity.
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