Hope

The Strange Things I Find

By

Dallas Sieck

Very often of late

While wandering through

The realm of no awareness

I leave gifts behind

For myself as well as others

Small hints they are

Of something reaching from beyond

And it gives to me at least a little hope

That even when I am gone

I will still be here

And my night won’t be

As dark as once thought

And I won’t be quite as lost

As I thought

HUGS

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