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"Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering, 'It will be happier." Alfred Lord Tennyson
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I heard the wind this morning
A loud whoooooshing
The kind that causes breath to pause
From whence soul humbly withdraws
To divinity
Then it petered and dissolved there
In the calm of unseen atmosphere
Today is yesterday's tomorrow
It's like that the unseen day - Tomorrow
I broke into a hum
Those comforting songs you sing, enfold
When hope whispers at the threshold
Of a moment
[gillena cox]
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