pam handa

Hope brings me strength; hope brings me joy.
Hope uplifts my mind towards the sky.
Hope is that magic beyond all logic,
That makes me smile or run over a mile.
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Let the body mind and free spirit hold;
Let's go away beyond this mundane world
To a fascinating new adventurous realm,
Where death and disaster don't overwhelm;
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Sunset and stars;
Moments and hours;
So beautiful, so divine,
More intoxicating than vintage wine.
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Dreams are made of tinsel fairy tales,
Told in distant lands o'er hills and dales.
One's subconscious mind they race to embrace,
Yet suddenly they disappear without a trace.
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Poetry and Music are sisters twain;
One is fantasy the other falling rain.
One paints a thousand romantic pictures;
The other sings of great sages and scriptures.
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Mortals have believed in you right from the start,
Because tiny Cupid you're such a sweetheart.
Your golden wings are a wonder and delight;
Your solid arrows quite impossible to fight.
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Life and death;
Sunrise and sunset.
Light and dark;
Square, triangle or ark;
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