what must one wonder
the weight or the fate
hanging on her shoulders

wary
wearied
worried

from whence comes
anguished sighs that
drip
fairly from her
countenance
what awaits
'pon yonder gates
what hallowed halls
as yet not
traversed?

contemplative
meditative
exudes the dawn
of my shadowed now

but come fall
adventures call
I answer
but not without
hesitation
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