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My search for magnetic north

Its illusiveness
lost in the snow that drives,  
a cosy fire, I can smell its burning logs  
a trace of woody notes
the damper of doubt, backdraft of smoke  
brings tears, but some power winds the spring,  
even if, I can only glimpse a glow of hope  
transience like sparks, that crack and fade away to nowt.  
 Fields out there unseen  
trusting my inner compass needle, of self that must find orientation  
and guide me to the warm heart(h) side,  
of my own possibilities
Written by slipalong
Published | Edited 19th Dec 2021
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