Dark clouds of pain make it so hard to see
The colours of what is going to be
We dwell and mope in dull and aching grey
With eyes closed: not daring to look ahead
As if in the sadness we want to stay
To leave tomorrow’s beauty far behind
As if the future has nothing to share
But if we dare to look beyond the line
To new horizons but first we must dare
All that wonder is simply waiting there
For us to grasp and hold while running free
So look ahead, on to another day
For life is not here within fear and dread
All that beauty is there for us to find
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| Over the Hill and Far Away by Martina Furlong |
© J Farmer 2013
Form: Ivorian Sonnet XCVII - Eabcd
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