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Mist arise through brilliant light
Slowly clear from shrouded night
Offer visions through the pane
Allowing me to sleep again
Brief delay from clarity
Softly rise to comfort me
I am not ready yet for day
With harsh detail and waiting ray
Wash this trance all over me
Cloak my vision
Set me free
To dream with my illusions
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Ken, can you send me an email addy?
Man, you and I would get along SO Well!
I grew up with a painting of the spiral bridge in Hastings in my living room, seriously; but due to circs WAY beyond my control I am living Toronto. My grandfather was the engineer (the working one) for the Mendota Bridge ..
Your blog is just TERRIFIC! Man! Thank you!
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Your poem has put the picture to shame, thanks.
In this brief moment in time,
I thank you for your help.
In a world of chaos and confusion,
a helping hand is a warm embrace.
In a world that can be unforgiving,
a bright word, a helping hand can make all the difference in the world. It offers hope where there was none.
In a world that can be unforgiving,
a chance to make a better life and to help this world we live in is a wonderous gift.
Thank you for caring and taking the time to help people who come your way and ask for help. It makes all the difference in the world.
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