Confidence - 1232 - Initial Version Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Now heart heart follows, head held high
regrets melt where heartfelt fair tune,
plays tune true morrows passing by
through confidence which grows, will soon
speed rainbows' [m]arch through cloudy sky.
Free spirit soars as now ballon
may from uncoloured earth and dry -
which morning, night and afternoon
emotions often would deny -
lets go, sounds soul at liberty,
horizons flow for future free...

(17 April 2005)