Hope (Poem)

Arms spread out wide
    Wind in my face
The sky tonight my ride
  Free to fly to any place..

No storms to brave
No rains to weather
Bright blue skies around
No ropes no tether

Dark skies will always come by
Our survival… impossible to visualize
Look at the skies, calling out to you
Don't doubt… just surmise

For times always get better
No matter how bad the pain
Wait for the day to soar again
Gliding by a brand new sunrise..

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