Waiting for orchid miracles to happen
She walks out to create her own sheer moment of exuberance
Defying the discord within
Spreading hope’s wings wide!
Though the lighthouse may choose to turn its face away
She’ll find her way flashing her radiant smile …
She ceases to dwell in the treasure troves of yesterdays
Innocence is no more a mocking echo
She cries, laughs, smiles and frowns at her will
Loves, cares, trusts, walks, wades, crawls and flies
Sometimes a falcon, at times a song…
that rests leisurely between mystifying notes!
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