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| Out Of Tremor's Mist Out of tremor's mist of intrusion came A figure that resembled me. It reached out its hand tamed Of tremor, amazingly. Could this be a sign I need not despair Over tremor's unwelcome theme? Had I given it too much care And weakened my self-esteem? I grasp the hand most thankfully With hope my future holds a steadiness Such as it has shown to me. The figure retreats and leaves me blessed With the knowledge that in time to come Tremor will no longer have me undone. |
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