The Heart Is Spun With Threads Of Gold  

vrec_dawn 40M
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6/19/2006 5:20 pm

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6/20/2006 3:03 pm

The Heart Is Spun With Threads Of Gold

Gold, spun on horizon's edge,
gleaming many wonders yet to be,
always towards the future heads,
phoenix rising for all to see.

Light is the heron's cry,
carried softly on the breaze.
Sorrow for the pains gone by,
yet of hope and love with ease.

Water of countless tears untold,
gathered in a mournful mass,
giving life back in hands that hold,
a gift given back to all who ask.

Hope cannot be drowned by sorrow,
though time in darkness it may lie,
while dawn may dusk for the morrow,
dusk will dawn as hearts untie.



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