If I close my eyes and wait,
I imagine that the changes have stopped.
I do not hope that the world
can move into a new dimension.
Often, I sleep in the morning.
I do not want my life to grow old.
As the years passed, one after another
I saw that my heart has had a revolution.
The mountains and sea are eternal.
Their changes are a slow, mysterious dance.
When I wake up, I am in a new creation.
My hope is growing stronger now.
W. Wayne B.
Poetry book: Eyes of Hope
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