Wings of Hope
Like a supernova colliding colors
A new dawn of the Northern Lights beamed,
and thawed the frozen iceburgs of my dreams
I'm on the bend of my full circle
Someday all that I have gone through,
will be as distant as the moon
My spirit will carry on in the breeze
That brushes across the mountain slope,
l will fly on the butterfly's wing of hope
Copyright © Karen Maag | Year Posted 2012
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