Tomorrows promises.

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What is future but the very grains of sand

slipping between our fingers. Words we

utter in despair, thoughts we hide to

show we care. The crisp frozen mist I drag

into my lungs giving me life. What is the future

but the very beating of my heart  at the mere

thought of tomorrow’s promised us.

Karen Hayward ©2016

(Image and words)

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