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Opportunistic Wonderer.

The day may come to break you, with its innocent surprise

It's that gentle love we feel when we watch the sun arise,

 another chance to live again And find the Beauty there,

in light we are the travelers, we walk the roads we share

No amount of darkness
Even the intimate or that fearful end

Can separate our longing hearts from what's around the bend

We have a unique ability
To sence and overcome

Whatever keeps us down and out, when the day is done

Just like a new beginning, full of wonder and surprise

We embark upon the journey when we open our eyes

The sky is like a canvas
We paint it with our 
very soul

An opportunistic Wonderer it's the Love which makes us whole.

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Edward Williams

Awesome poem deano . I often wonder if reality is what we see with our eyes phisicly or what we imagine in our mind

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Nardine Sanderson

❤️ imagine peace and you shall find - the greatest sence
there in the mind.

Always hopeful ❤️ much love Deano xoxo

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