![]() L'espoir se réveilleA Poem by An owl on the moon![]() Hope is waking up, my muse…![]() ![]() Hope has slept like a bear in winter I’ve cursed the darkness as I lay cold Mieux vaut plier
que rompe… More than once a façade of faith A dance of beggars and acrobats Les
petits ruisseaux font les grandes rivières...
Painted pink and cerulean skies above Tout vient à
point à qui sait attendre... Your golden hair; your
gentle touch Hope is waking, I can see it in your eyes L'espoir
se réveille… © 2013 An owl on the moonAuthor's Note
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Added on February 6, 2013Last Updated on February 6, 2013 Author![]() An owl on the moonAbout"There are only four questions of value in life... What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for.. and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same: ONLY .. more..Writing
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