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One of my favorite games 
to play as a child 
was seeing shapes 
in the clouds: 

Dogs, cats, 
elephants, giraffes, 
airplanes, unicorns... 

It was one of the 
few pleasures 
of my childhood. 

As I grew up, 
I began to see 
scarier things:
Dragons, demons, 
torn hearts,
flaming arrows... 

Now in the archway 
of my golden years, 
I see beauty that 
brings me to tears:

Towering rays of light, 
eyes of loved ones, 
outstretched arms,
open hands...

and I could swear 
I hear angels singing
on a distant shore,

saying, hold on
there's more...


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Sun 7th Apr 2019 19:50

Thank you Dorothy! I love when the muse writes in layers that reveals more each time we read the poem!

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Sun 7th Apr 2019 19:49

Thank you Jason! I truly believe there is more beyond the distant shore.

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Wed 6th Mar 2019 16:42

I enjoyed reading this poem
- and then I went back and really read it - and loved it -
- and then I went back and really read it again and lived it.
It's magical.

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Jason Bayliss

Wed 6th Mar 2019 15:46

That is such a beautiful and profound poem!
"Hold on, there's more."
Just ?

J. x

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