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I Love my life most of the time. But ... My heart secretly dwells in her lyrical world to save her poetic sanity.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Joy

Joy sleeps beneath the golden fruit.
I've seen her there.
She did not die.
 She sleeps beneath the golden fruit.
I've seen her.
 She rests for now.

SG Wallace  2008

Hope springs eternal and Joy abounds. But not always. Sometimes we have to wait a long while. But it's still there.

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