A
S
w e
.tread
....along
...the paths
of life, comes
a time when roads
t u r n to z i g z a g s
sometimes beaten, painful
to walk on...and the blue sky
darkens to gray...and the clouds
hide from us, and the sun sets, and
we need arrows and rays to guide us
t h r o u g h:::::
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From nowhere
.........any hour
y o u appear
b r i g h t as
morning s u n
your BEAMS
ILLUMINATE
you are a light
that guides us
.....through the
[[[ D A R K ]]].
...For Timothy...
Sally
Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
...found this older poem...from three years ago...written for Timothy...
...I repost...for Timothy...
