Wisps of ginger tendrils dance in the wind
as she looks back at her beloved Emerald Island,
reminiscing over a laughing childhood turned into
Da’s planned destiny
Wings of unborn possibilities flutter in her heart
as she gazes towards the Land of Milk and Honey
dreaming of unrestrained adventures, prayers that become
her unmapped future
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Happy St. Patrick's.
I am glad to have stumbled upon your blog. YOur words are so beautiful. I especially love the hope in this piece; how enjoying the future is about letting the past be the past.
unmapped future...i like that...
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