A Chance of Hope
On a road traveled, over grown with time
Now a foot path memory, of bittersweet pines
The sign, with a smile, marks a turn, taken
Leading down to a tree, where first love was forsaken
A raging river of life, which flowed unbridled
Reduced to a stream, narrowing and idle
Where seeds of love, were sewn to the winds
Now echos of lovers, reverberate within
Hallowed ground for a heart, with unbearable wounds
Once a cradle of love, now a visited tomb
Like a miner for gold, panning sands of time
With unstoppable tears, of melancholic brine
As the sun breaks through, the glint of a shard
Glitters in the light, like a twinkling star
Suddenly as despondency, is relieved by hope
Panning faster, more appear, thawing love with a jolt
The stream rises and rushes, in response to the melt
Flowers bloom, birds sing, as new warmth is felt
Standing and smiling, pocketing the gold
Returns to reality, and hopes love will grow
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
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