I lay in a bed of deep blue sky,
The cool light of hope
floats in clouds – distant,
like a painting on the wall of my life.
I yearn to touch each
brush stroke but dare not
for fear the hope within
will disappear.
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I lay in a bed of deep blue sky,
The cool light of hope
floats in clouds – distant,
like a painting on the wall of my life.
I yearn to touch each
brush stroke but dare not
for fear the hope within
will disappear.