Dawn

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The words pop up from nowhere
Roaming around
Scanning each piece of my heart
Searching for traces
Of strings
That hold them
Into beautiful garlands

But they are lost
Or weak
Too weak to sew
The beads are heavy,
Many;
And strings small ,
And few

They dig
They tear
And cry
I hide
My fears
And sigh!
And see them leave
Scattered….

Some day
Some hope
May renew
Refresh the strings to life
And arrange back
The words
Into songs of
Spring’s cast
Beautiful
And bright !

The heart beats
To live for the day
The glances behold
The silver lining
The lips quiver
To let the song flow
The dawn will be-
Come what may !!

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