(Wine and cheese not included )
Poetry to the Soul
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(Wine and cheese not included )
" A Treasure "
There stirs within us, a reaching out, a hand to hold.
And on a whisper, a clinging to that fire still.
To face a prison, of emptiness a longing soul,
or find a freedom , a truth inside, a striving will.
If love is freedom, and finding it a prize to keep,
then so we reach out, and tred a road no man would dare.
And in an instant, when hearts and dreams seem out of reach,
to find a fortress, the spark within a soul to share.
Written by: Debbier