The Prospective Promise Poem by Helena Thomas

The Prospective Promise



As Spring hovers in the air,
And daffodils slowly open,
Begins a journey to be shared,
A promise not to be broken.

The sky should be blue,
The clouds away,
The morning dew
begins to fade.

So the travelling starts,
The bags are packed and on,
The sound of beating hearts
hoping the adventure is long.

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05/03/13
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