Spirits can be broken; tales can be told;
Hopes can be dashed; fears, less than bold.
But in the air tonight; thoughts of hope, enter our head;
We feel the closeness, of *love* and *being*; instead.
And we journey on, with heads held high;
And wish on the fallen star, in the night time sky.
And we continue, mile after mile;
and thoughts of you, are my reasons to smile.
Thank you, dear Alex, for sharing your soulful poems with me
~
Eva-Lena
More poems by Alex
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The Escape
When he said goodbye
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