Dancing with HopeA Poem by PeteDo what you love. Know your own bone; gnaw at it, bury it, unearth it, and gnaw it still. - ThoreauThe change from a spent day paired with the credit card of a new tomorrow. Trying to erase a debt of sorrow. She waited patiently in the dead of night. Clinging to rich, comforting, lunar light. The darkness asked her if she wanted to dance. "No thank you," she replied, "the time isn't right. Nope, ... ... I'm waiting to be asked by hope." ... © 2019 PeteAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on June 15, 2019 Last Updated on June 20, 2019 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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