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Hopefully

A hope...hanging high.....
Join those clouds, when grief is narrow.
To gain some light,
To have some hope to follow.

Awaken from the nightmare;
Realize there’s a chance for tomorrow.

Quietly, those clouds fly from site to another,
Leaving pain, releasing sorrow from the other,

Join me now to alight;
Candles of joy while in flight.

Heavy loads of gloom we’ll throw away from height.
We’d wander above life’s perfect land;
Seeking for a spirit of the new life to come.
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Published: 7/9/2006
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