A step. Might be the final one towards happiness. SHE is there.


Towards and walking

Dusk above

The sky is clear anyway

Sun setting

But rising in my heart

Never dark

brightness prevails

As does the green

That fills my heart

And eyes looks upon

Forever in my mind

The hills can be climbed



Poetry by Dalmore
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Written on 2008-11-30 at 12:49

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Kathy Lockhart
aah, how refreshing! your metaphors clearly relate your feelings and I am filled with hope. : ) kathy
2008-11-30