Sunrise, Dream Sparks


 Between sunrise and sunset are where my dreams lie,

Only in the hollow of my thought do they spark,


Between many Yes and seldom No's

many doubts run through my worried heart.


Between the highs and lows of life's fleeting art,

My dreams take flight and spread their wings afar,


Like butterflies chasing the wind's sweet flow,

They dance and flutter, forever on the go.


But in the quiet stillness of my mind's repose,

I find the strength to weather all of life's blows,


And in the face of doubt and fear's cruel throes,

I hold fast to hope and all the joys it bestows.


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