Hope Is a Journey
Hold on tight to this dream
it has feathers
that I found under the bed
where a princess lay her head
while her pony
waited shivery silver in the moonlight
at the edge of December
beside a laughing stream
that shimmered the thirsty
stones and said...
hope is a journey
best begun alone
alone alone alone.....
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