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HOPEFUL EYES
What sad weary eyes we have
that see, in all the world,
such poverty and pointless pain.
Would not the sunlight bathe upon it
if we simply look again?
For the eye of the beholder
may choose the depth of tint
we see, through a rose coloured lens.
A hint of fanciful forms,
as they filter the rays they sense.
From beneath the haze
of the shimmering sun,
l...
Monday 27th July 2015 7:50 pm
FIRE ON THE HORIZON
The searing summer sun
sets on the distant horizon,
setting ablaze
in a shimmering heat haze
the careless cumulous clouds,
aglow with crimson incandescence.
Distant twinkling stars
awake in the turquoise twilight sky;
mysterious worlds,
afar and on high.
The end of another glorious day
with promise of more to come.
Days as fresh and gloriou...
Saturday 20th June 2015 10:36 am
DREAMING FOR ALL TO SEE
You say that I'm a dreamer
and so I may well be
but the dreams I have
aren't just for me,
they're for you and all to see.
The dream is of love,
of life free from harm,
a dream of peace and
shelter from the storm.
The dream is the lifeblood
flowing deep in our veins,
the dream will always be
for all to see
and all that remains.
The dream is t...
Thursday 21st May 2015 6:23 pm
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