Small voice calling;
creatures crawling.
Hopes are falling.
She’s left bawling,
Must stop lolling
and start hauling.
The darkness will fade, little by little, and the warmth of a loved one’s smile and embrace will summon the light, once again.
Yes.
Falling hopes do emerge with the phoenixes of love and warmth from the ashes of pain. 🙂
yes, eventually.
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Shawn Bird is an author, poet, and educator in the beautiful Shuswap region of British Columbia, Canada. She is a proud member of Rotary.
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The darkness will fade, little by little, and the warmth of a loved one’s smile and embrace will summon the light, once again.
Yes.
Falling hopes do emerge with the phoenixes of love and warmth from the ashes of pain. 🙂
yes, eventually.