Look for me
In quiet dismay
While the seasons
Rise and meet its end
There, still, will I be.
Find me if you can
If you see
Through the clouds
of darkness and gloom,
A speck of light
Or even some blue
Your search will be over
Your yearning silenced
The hunger satisfied
For there, like the sky,
I am there,
Always with you.
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