Each time we see our way
It feels as though we may
Steal away to another world
Where happiness is unfurled.
Leaving our world that may fall
A wholeness of being in us all:
During our brief moments flight
A full restoration, needed respite.
So in taking these clear chances
Our being together enhances
With a full growth of our heart
Which, with luck, will not part.

David Scanlon – England – (1963 - )

Scanlon. D (2018) The Poetry of Life: Seeing Again. The Foolish Poet Press, Wilmslow, England. SEEING OUR WAY. Page Number 5.

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