Reflections of Solitude

 

Reflections of Solitude

The morning stirs hearts aflame

Golden echoes cascade from the sun

A lonely heart cries out to the night

Its hiding solace gone

 

Warming tones- the hope does blossom

Nighttime dreams fade far away

A weary hand wipes drying tears

New faith rises with the day

 

(c) Jen LeMaire

January 17, 2002

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