I wait
for the sun to appear
through old water logged leaves
of worry,
wait…
for the pages of old souled fears
to stop ambling by the window greyly
and for the old woman
to stop knitting her rows
of lack,
wait…
for early morning sun beams
to snatch at this specter
til she unravels
into dimple dappled pools of sundrenched
hope
Beautiful!
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:).. thanks so much
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