The clouds on the horizon
They never do get near
A fleeting star shoots through the night
Out into the clear
Just beyond my reach again
Just beyond my heart
Maybe on the morrow
I can find a brand new start
If home is where the heart is
It’s where I want to be
Casting doubts and broken promises
Always a part of me
But I’ll keep on dreaming, yes
It’s what I always do
For one day on that horizon
I know that I’ll find you
Kevin Parish 
A great poem my friend.
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Thank you so much!
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Very nice!
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Thank you, Liz!
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Combined with the last poem you wrote, I’m beginning to wonder if you’re thinking of someone close to you who has passed.
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Nope! Just the mood of my muse… No one dying around here lately. Thank you for the intuitive sentiments if there had been, though!! ;-)))
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