O V E R T U R E
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
They all must go somewhere, our prayers,
that become wishes at night. No one knows
but never mind that. I believe, once uttered,
they simply fly free beyond the stars.
And in my heart, more room is made for hope.
The Wayward Seeker
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