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Child, I am not willing to let you go
into your lonely world
of fear and rage.
Come back with me. We will walk together
through fogs and evening storms,
seeking a light
among the dark waves crashing, breaking hard
on deserted beaches;
seeking shelter
from the cold rain pouring through our hair,
across our cold faces,
across our backs.
Come back. Together we may learn to grow
a string of perfect pearls
from all our fears.
