Tides of HopeA Poem by Spencer Barker
We flee the surroundings we seek,
the glances we watch, the movements we grasp only with our own hands. I see in you what you see in yourself, but to I you are perfect. Nestled in your mind, what you see of me, it is that and only two birds who sing in the tree. Ages go from the dark swept spaces between space, but it is only you and I. From the dark of late Winter nights, the searing of hot Summers nap, believe in yourself; you are who you want to be.
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