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  Hope For A New Day

 

      

Prayerful imaginings display
enticing promises,
in a realm of
forgetfulness, despair
and pain.

Escape beckons me
to flee, to be free
from confines.....
bars from my own
personal prison.

Despondently, I brood
over infantile matters
of little consequence.

The triviality of my desires
which pale in comparison
to world affairs.

My heavy heart
yearns to be light,
soaring like a kite
on the wind.

I know...no one,
no thing, can help me
escape lifes' vulgarities,
So I wander to a field
of flowers, of mountain streams
of love, in my imagination.

 

kay ekwall ©1999

 

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