Strands of Turquoise
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Sun
Hope . . . hope . . .
in the unrevealed,
the unthought of,
in what we cannot see
or imagine
this moment,
future unknown --
in this all are
equal.
But if our faces are
uplifted,
how can the sun
go wrong?
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