constance donovan Poems

new light of day is precious true
as all hope nears lost ways to few

the brightness comes at fevered rate
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with baited breath and hopeful glee
a new life comes, a joy to see

from generations past and new
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where once the dark had hope for light
these mysteries caused by unseen plight
forever dim, sights seem askew
long lost visions spring anew
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perched upon a knoll so high
the brigthest jewel in the sky
a house a home a life so new
shared hopes and joys and stunning views
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gentle as an ocean breeze
filled with spirit bound to please
radiant as stars that shine
brightness flickers from her eyes
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