“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Thursday, April 28, 2016
At the end of a rainbow
Maybe balance is found
when we don't carry
more than we need.
Maybe wealth is found
not wanting more
than we have earned.
Maybe forgiveness
can be found
from others who give.
Maybe love can be found
when we stop looking
for ourselves.
Maybe wisdom is found
when knowing
doesn't answer the questions.
Maybe happiness
is finding wonder where
intangible things
may be...
Image By Jon Sullivan [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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