If sun should mount the stars at night,
And aught but clouds the dew alight
When right is left and wrong is right,
Then fear has fled for death of sight.
Oh, and the begining of one I'm trying to write for yearbook;
A dream is an internal thing
A personal endevor.
The hope, desire, will or wish
That stays with you forever.
Yet dreams are but the building blocks
The trickle to the stream,
Insubstantial as ambition
Incongruous as steam.
2 comments:
"brucha ha'baah" to laying your life down online.
you are one prolific and eloquent young woman! i am more than impressed with what you say and how you say it, having first "discovered" you via seraphic secret.
i, too, began to blog as a result of reading robert avrech's words.
wishing you great success in achieving your goals. please continue to entertain us with your words.
accept my good wishes -- from one writer to another, from one poet to another.
Thank you so much for your kind words- I really appreciate it. I am so greatful to Mr. Avrech for sharing his and Ariel's inspiration.
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