Frederic and Jacques
Hope
A book I did as gift many years ago: HOPE
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light gets foggy can only slight be sometimes |
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tongue can't touch the taste |
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Sometimes makes me still I watch I smell I wait |
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then they come from every pore and window in the earth |
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they surround they climb they rush |
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I am covered like a blanket they whisper |
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believe believe believe |
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I am content. |