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Tomorrow
by Trisha De GraciaPromise.
In the eyes of one glimmering soul
you see promise
and that's where the cusp lies.
Promise.
A pledge. A purpose. A picture that hasn't been painted.
Promise.
My words and some wisdom.
Your doubts
skepticism.
Two hopes and a will.
Promise is what all tomorrows rely on.
Promise together or promise apart.
In the eyes of that glimmering child,
in that promise
our seeds will grow from the ashes that we plant our feet in. 12/19/2003 Posted on 12/19/2003
Copyright © 2024 Trisha De Gracia
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| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 12/19/03 at 07:20 PM "Promise is what all tomorrows rely on.
Promise together or promise apart.
In the eyes of that glimmering child,
in that promise
our seeds will grow from the ashes that we plant our feet in" TOUCHE. ouch, my darling wife! DAMN. well done, well done indeed!!! |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 12/22/03 at 03:04 AM My words and some wisdom.
Your doubts
skepticism.
Two hopes and a will.
.....fantastic. a wonderfully introspective piece. you are searching, observing, yearning, the hallmarks of a good writer. i wish as many young people gave a crap! |
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