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Forest
by
Melissa DeMedio
A broken path,
Two dead ends,
A narrow and short,
Leaves are arranged far unseen,
They seem to breathe,
Like a life so new.
Angled branches,
Whistling winds,
Hope newly born,
Beneath thee old.
A lasting rain comes pouring down,
It finds the paths and makes them dark brown,
I take a path to a new one I find,
A path that leads me to a hope that I bind.
A forest of hope,
A forest of dreams,
A forest of splendor,
Brought me to be thee.
Hold to your hope,
And let it be,
Because you have tomorrow,
And a future to see.
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