Chances are
I will never have this time again
Chances are
the white river
on my path
the golden sun
follows my lead
the red currant jam
finds its way
the sea of flowers
mark my path
the flourish of the trees
light my morning
and You
everything about You
makes it all happen
You in my heart
every day
streaming.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
Monday, 23 January 2012
Chances Are - Anita
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