by Jeanne Fiedler
(Washington Twp, NJ)
I'm a clinging vineto what?To love, to dreams, to hopeHope...settles in my spiritI'm reaching forthe positive experienceof life...Does it elude me?This conceptcalled h-o-p-ecarries me overthe desert,walks on water,revives me,rejuvenates me,I'm lost withoutit...When troublefinds its wayon my path,I whisper tothe little bird,and wish upon a starlike a child,my inner child healing me...She lights myway... my roadto what I envisionfor myself...I travel towardsthe life I wantguided by my angelswho keep memoving on the soft,gentle earth quietlyand lovingly...
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