I don't pine for future glory;
Buried treasures do not call.
I have journeyed to legendary places,
Strained to achieve,
Stretched efforts
until tendons crackled.
Now I discover true beauty--
not in the distant stars,
but in the magnified raindrops
on cannas and dandelions
in the backyard.
I strive,
not to see further,
but to see more clearly...
To examine closely
Every fragile gift
that quickly evaporates.
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Stephanie
Beautifully penned, poignant write; never lose hope...
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(