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Through time and endless space, life’s miracles keep their pace; a sacred tide, a holy blaze, a divine pulse that never fades. Like rivers through eternal sky, they whisper softly: Live, it's frightful not to live. And in that vast and shining blue, we rise as birds with wings anew. For just a breath, for just a flight, we taste existence, pure and bright, the fragile gift, the secret art, of beating hope within the heart. We journey on through loss and doubt, through questions never figured out; yet trust that in the quiet deep unseen victories gently sleep. To love beyond what eyes can see, to walk the road of destiny; to turn the pain that finds us all into a prayer that breaks the wall. A silent revolution born from wounded night to brighter morn. To guard this life with steadfast hands against harsh wars and barren lands, against the hunger, stark, unfair, the wound of want in open air. To live, and learn to live once more, with childlike wonder at the

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Over Te Horizon

Sometimes I wonder other days I dream Sometimes I go ten feet under up a stream Other days I worry some days I find enough Tomorrow I find tears today I find also love Sometimes I find fears within a million tears Other days I see how many I changed in years Today I find sadness tomorrow I find also faith Today I find happiness in pain I always create Tomorrow I fly towards the sky very high Today I find another hard painful goodbye Up away over the horizon I shall forever go I say to myself well sometimes life is just so Today I find tears tomorrow happiness I find Sometimes I know it is all gonna be in mind All memories and the fights I did leave behind Sometimes the sunlight makes me very blind Today I find rest after I did say forever goodbye Up away over the horizon I shall forever fly With both my wings for a very little while I hope that our years together still make you smile Jill

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The Starry Night

The view from your window was beautiful, Would that I could have met you and talked, Walking along the hallways of the asylum, Just two broken souls sharing our thoughts. I have been there friend and seen the stars, I understand the yearning to go to them, Rising like a pulsing from inside a dark void, May they have been the last thing you saw. I hope the cypress tree still grows strong, Standing over the small village in the hills, Guarded by mountains under a starry night. Perhaps one day I will be there and salute you.

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