Impulsively Bright Poem by Mark Heathcote
Impulsively Bright
When an individual heals,
the sun glows impulsively bright
when warring sides find peace,
there is boundless joy.
The death of a star also parts the heaven's
I've experienced it at funerals once or twice,
how departing doves open divine
golden gates to dazzling to behold.
I guess this is what is meant by hope.
'The future is in your hands,
just you, wait and see.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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