As the poem forms in my heart,
wisps of light spiral around.
I see a delicate column of mist.
The sky is a gateway above me.

The words grow into an image.
A song fills the void.
Now I have all that I need.
Today I have hope and freedom.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love

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