a poem always presents itself

I
have
been
struggling
with
words
lately
A
world
turned
upside-down
earthquakes
and
nuclear
meltdowns
an
environment
created
turns
it's
anger
on
my
passion
a
dog
who
I
thought
would
enter
my
life
loose
in
a
foreign
world
and
my
own
voice
being
quieted
And,
yet,
I
go
outside
to
free
vegetable
beds
of
winter's
wrath
and
two
cardinals
interplay
in
the
promise
of
spring
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in
your
vibrant
scarlet
being
encircling
each
other
the
dance
must
continue
and
play
it's
song
it
becomes
clear
amongst
all
the
turmoil
there
remains
a
constant;
to
breathe,
and
love,
and
believe
this
will
continue
amongst
the
chaos
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