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Foreshadow
Wonder when
the sun will break through
these clouds that have entered
the skies no longer blue
its favorite color.
Wonder when
these eyes will see through
the fog that has obscured
the light of the avenue
where love is discovered.
Wonder when
the tree will bear fruits
Have I given it enough water
enrich the soil enough for strong roots?
I see buds have sprung open.
And I know
the sky has not lost its blue
the soul sees even when the fog obscures
blooming foreshadows fruition, so it continues
what begins in love, never ends.
By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 08.12.11
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