twiteryeanot
Monday, 14 February 2011
Arise
I spiral down
Towards the ground
There I lie sprawled
In the dirt.
A glimmer of hope
Sparks of possibility
Low horizon elevates
From here it only rises
There is a glimmer
Hope, springs eternal
My eyes may open
On golden shores.
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