Full Circle

Like the sharp, jagged edge of broken glass;
the uncertain future through a mountain pass;

the soft down of a newborn pup;
guilty pleasure in a forbidden cup.

All the letters she wrote to me
read like timeless poetry.

History and mystery and epiphany,
wonder, joy and misery.

No emotion left unturned
when once loved and then once spurned.

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