78 days – Calm enough to write a poem today

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like a wildflower hidden

among the wild weeds,

Life continues.

We still exist.

We will survive all eventually.

Perennial dreams

continue to inspire

some people,

somewhere,

somehow.

 

I wonder who they are though.

Peace yearns to be spoken about out loud.

I yearn for peace and calm again.

I want to know

how to tell if

my heart is still whole.

How wise am I

when I still believe in hope?

Should I believe that all this craziness will end?

Am I out of mind?

 

We are all paying a very high price now.

No money in the world will wash away the pain.

But still I remain,

and hum the glorious with refrain,

that asks all of us

to “imagine”.

I still dream profoundly

because heaven does not sleep.

It keep my dreams

floating among the purest clouds

and it shapes into the pillows

that rest my weary head.

 

Some words were borrowed from different poems and blog posts.

 

Images by Pixabay

 

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