Silver Linings Highways

*Silver Linings Highways*
     

         I have seen so many, I feel like leaping.
  
         In the most opaque moments of my soul,

         A mysterious gem keeps shining!

         Always a rose land garden just ahead.

         Even though humanity thinks

         hope is all but dead?

         The cotton candy skies are a sunset red.

         That warms my soul, I just keep going.

         And that mysterious gem in my soul?

         Why, it is forever glowing!

                     
                        5/7/2021
                         ~1~
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De Beaulieu Avatar
May 7, 2021 at 12:27 PM
Hello Panagiota that mysterious gem in your soul It keeps you glowing to keep going. Hugs Darlene xx
De Beaulieu Avatar
May 8, 2021 at 7:21 AM
Hello Panagiota, well you did it well. Hugs Darlene xx
Romios Avatar
May 7, 2021 at 12:32 PM
Hello Darlene! That's just my spirituality at its best, Thank you. My good friend Pangie xx
Marcum Wong Avatar
May 7, 2021 at 12:03 PM
Optimism begets more optimism my friend and I am the eternal optimist so I loved where this poem took me. Thank you. : ) xxoo
Romios Avatar
May 7, 2021 at 12:30 PM
Greetings, Connie. So glad to see you again. You share who you are, that ties me to you...some days are ouch, but I turn them around. Great you are an optimist! And I thank you.**** Pangie xx
Krutsinger Avatar
May 7, 2021 at 12:00 PM
I love the imagery here " The cotton candy skies are a sunset red that warms my soul"
Romios Avatar
May 7, 2021 at 12:26 PM
Awww! Thanks for being specific. That works wonders... Pangie xx
Cunningham Avatar
May 7, 2021 at 5:59 AM
You're one who looks on the bright side of life, going out and grabbing it by the horns, never giving up. Tom
Romios Avatar
May 7, 2021 at 8:22 AM
So true, Professor Cunningham. Each day a new mountain to climb! Who knows what mountain is before me? Pangie xx
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