Find Your Way
Guessing that memories turn dreams into promises.
Holding on to hope
bending ropes
as the stream flow.
Then you breathe slow
exhale loud horns blasting.
Now I'm wide awoke.
Channels full of winding chimes light the way.
Proceed forward blindly soaked in hope.
Two twins woke on the same day 25 years away..
What a day to celebrate Me and Daughter Birthday today ??????? 803
(C) ShErEe 2020
Copyright © Sheree Butler | Year Posted 2020
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