Sunday 14 February 2010

More Poetry

Horizon in Part Obscured
Paths wind in tortuous throes
Through mountains, the road is increasingly steep.
A road that has a challenge, Rosetti echoes
To the very end.
Will there be help along the way, will I meet a friend
In a darkness way too deep?
Will I be lost in the night?
Or will the light I find at the end be bright.
Carol Cooper

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