No ax to grind or point to prove
just a morning of friends greeting sweetly
noone standing higher than the next
the big questions remain answered
even if out of reach they hover near
for when hearts beat as sweetly as this
there is hope so bright in each new moment
where we are trying to stand together
and in only trying we succeed
as we weave a new world
with our intertwined hearts
from the ashes of yesterday's fallen dreams
and the dreams of tomorrow's glorious surprises
(photo: http://on.fb.me/Qfzb9d)
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