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Boats on the horizon
on a shimmering sea
the sun above is shining
rather brilliantly

I am on the shoreline
wandering along
my feet deep in the shingle
my heart deep in a song

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Distant Drums

As beat of distant drums
Juggle in the ears
Pricked by the waves
Of hope across the horizon

Horizon birds

Always there is the horizon. And never it is making sense
It is no line, but just an abrupt ending,
a fence between the world we know and all that lies beyond.
Yet I see a line. My mind wants logic in this too grand overkill of space.

Two shades of me

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I am all shades of happiness

Such a shining outlook towards the horizon

I pride myself in my hope in all things

That tomorrow holds a better fate

I oft’ seek company with the stars

No matter my shade that day

The stars tell me of their adventures

Of the dragons that were slew in the

Torch lit night

Oh, how the swords did gleam bright

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Hope

When life seems cruel, too hard to bear,

all the tedious responsibilities leaving no time to spare,

I stop in my tracks and ask myself,

“Of what use is life? Is this how I fare?”.

I find a darkness and it clouds my sight,

no hopeful thought to make the horizon bright.