Stars of HopeA Poem by Lesley WoodThrough lands of parched, rubbing grasses, we walk...
Through lands Of parched, rubbing grasses,
We walk Through red-orange colored fires.
Hungry sunsets feed On our fears
Of being here- Together.
Intense heat leaves us feverish & sweating Out past memories And feelings. We crawl from beneath
Oppressing heat Singed & clean. We stand tall together,
Backs to the sunset
And facing The vast, clear night.
Our possibilities glitter as stars.
© 2010 Lesley WoodReviews
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