It soars right through the mist
clear, sharp, a bolt, a clarion rung.
Piercing through the
shroud of my uncertainty
A ray of sunshine, a note struck true
Swirls, curls and swerves
Curves out of its own self to
boomerang back to my being
Draping my hope in faith
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