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Our vision clouded with pain and grief;
Like speck of dust from grass to leaf.
A storm of sighs forever blow;
Sometimes fast Β and sometimes slow.
Let out what you’ve trapped inside;
Cast your doubts and fear aside.
Refuse to run – refuse to hide.
Many a bosom sheathed in brass;
Heard me whisper – this too shall pass.

Hope – a long and winding road
For miles we lighten each other’s load.
Love – a stream which downward flowed
Our hearts are filled and heads are bowed.
Some made of steel and some of glass;
Heard me whisper – this too shall pass.

 

 

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Posted for Midweek Motif @ Poets United

& on Open Link Night @ dverse Poets Pub

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