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this is my first poem in 5 years. hope you like it?

the bridge is to the future is littered with fear.

fear comes to me on my dreams; causing my mornings
to feel long.

the bridge to the future is littered with hope.

i see hope in the movements of the tree’s,
mountain peaks slowly covered in snow.

the bridge to the future is littered with love.

love that comes in the form smiles and acceptance.

Cecilie E Roaldset 10/29/12


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