poem of the day April 11There's 

There's always

light at the end

of a tunnel

There are 

moonbeams that

fall from the sky

There's a place

in the heart for 

reflections 

of a sun that 

is flying too high

Take a deep breath 

of new understanding

know real love is 

stronger than hate

where a lovely light 

can shine so bright

on the river of icy fate