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Silver-Lined Light At the End of the Tunnel
Hope found in reflections of different perspectives
Through the fog she wanders
toward the light at the end
of the silver lined tunnel
glimmers of hope grow
yet follow behind her silently
the diamond covered shoes
of beliefs silenced in the shadow
while she longs for
ruby red dreams
over bright colored ribbons
streaming across the sky
toward pots of gold
on the other side of
dark stormy clouds
hiding behind winged sunshine
as she walks through
the edge of dark nights
seeking metaphors of truth
the dim light dances
on the stone floor of home
she seeks the source
of alchemy found within
everyday earthquakes
that shatter perspectives
how did she not see before