By the lake, a swallow darts across the water.
As the leaves rustle, the rabbits return.
Someday I will love all of my life.
The patterns of hope spread around me.
I admire the organic peace in this garden.
Waiting for the chance to leap up,
I feel the sky drawing near.
My love is still far away.
I smile when I hear her voice.
W. Wayne B.
New poetry book: Eyes of Hope
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