Of the womb
To the doubts
Behind the doors
That leave the room
From those whose love
We might assume
To the ones who explore
The fruits of our loom
Days and nights
Of aimless hope
Coping in the
Depths of thought
All those hours
Of exploring talk
By the end they
Came to nought
Shared with human
Sense of care
Asking each
How far we dare
Set the lights
Towards the stair
Reflecting on
The loss impaired
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