sashaying to strains, melodies strumming my veins,
in low plateaus, through deepest vales,
soothing life’s pains,
banishing icy rains,
hushing sobs, shushing wails, grasping day by its reins,
steering a course on the seas of fate,
where fear and trepidation pales,
free winds coaxing me ever onwards, into fresh pathways, along unchartered trails,
with hope,
always hope, within sight of the lighthouse,
keeping me ever afloat, bolstering my sails … … …
Always hope. Powerful.
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