I am forever taunted
by the promise
of a new day,
an elusive dream
waiting on the palm
of my hands.
I close my hands
only to find
what has always
been there —
a touch of empty air
that I, myself, molded.
The promise is my own doing.
The new day is my own dream.
Until such time, I forever hold nothing.
Copyright © J.Gi Federizo
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I really like your beautiful blog. A pleasure to come stroll on your pages. A great discovery and a very interesting blog. I will come back to visit you. Do not hesitate to visit my universe. See you soon.
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Thanks! Hadn’t been here for quite sometime. I hope to be active again.
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There she is…xo
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I miss you, Lani (and Mabel)!!! You know you’re my pals my whole blogging world. I am just trying to get my writing mojo back in-between my work-related writing. Will surely visit you, guys, again! And thanks for always reading my stuff!
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Sad but beautiful. 🙂
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Thanks. It’s a more personal poem (well, most of my poems are personal, anyway). I AM happy to say that what always taunted me before is now history. I am not taunted anymore 🙂
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