'myriad'
That drumming sound of emptiness
Let it drift off
Replaced by laughter like that of a child
May your feet become flighty
Like the olden days
May every step you take
Catapult you
Into nuances of no fear
Into places where all
You see are smiling faces
Not because everything is going well
But because they all know
That in all the bad that is around
They still have a myriad of things
To smile and laugh about
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Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2016
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