Sweet song running low
Today I write with hope’s sweet song running low,
that love will appear in the moment’s glow.
Dear future, though nothing is certain, you see,
I hope this is read by someone lost in the dark sea of vitality.
Every misstep is part of the life we embrace,
a balcony without railing can quicken the pace.
But don’t give up; there’s light to find,
life is a labyrinth, a river intertwined.
The pieces keep shifting, the colors all fade,
and the path seems to vanish, as fears invade.
Sometimes you feel as your world’s breaking down,
like a Rubik’s cube spinning, you wear a frown.
The keys that won’t open, the doors that won’t budge,
are just moments in time that refuse to judge.
With patience and love, your true self you’ll see,
in every mistake lies a new clarity.
Remember that life is a bridge hanging high,
a song full of lights, a journey to the sky.
So keep pressing forward, don’t fear the fall,
for beauty will shine in the bonds of it all.
With love and with hope, don’t hesitate,
in the dance of your life, let shadows abate.
Keep walking toward goals that make your heart bright,
do what brings you peace, what fills you with light.
That is the key that transforms every strife,
a path made of dreams, a calm, joyful life,
and the future will greet you with warmth and with cheer,
as you step through each moment, with nothing to fear.
Move forward with confidence, let your spirit fly.
Sincerely,
Whoever writes today.
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