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Mar 2017
I rise and fall
but thru it all
you, alone, are there:

Wishing dreams;
swishing gleams
of hope,
sometimes despair.

I can't describe
the vibes
of joy and life
you bring to me:

I see,
I run,
I chase,
I hope

so very desp'rately.
Johanna
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