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Our shared strands ...




Our shared strands of light, 

of hope.


Afloat on tendrils of starstuff,

whispering warmth -

hoping hope may be found.


Sketching memories, painting tears,

falling like leaves,

etching reminders of less warm times -

hoping hope may be found.


Time tenderly infuses hope,

cajoling me,

urging you,

caressing us all,

to embrace
the here,

the now -

for hope to be found,

somehow.






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