Hope Renewed
By Maureen
The purple dusk mellows the spirit... Makes one feel quite finite. What had been a beautiful, endless day Now fades to a quiet, endless night. Each morning is a rebirth, Fresh, bright and new. Hope is once more in the heart, Sprinkled like the morning dew. Written September 15th, 2001 © on Sep 14 2001 05:50 PM PST, Maureen Halasovski spiritual • hope
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"The purple dusk mellows the spirit......"