DAILY THOUGHT

by: Eugene G. E. Botelho

Life cannot make me treasure weeds
I love each moment's flower
nor do I feed on future's needs
but feast on present hour.

No fearful tear will ever last
though hostile storms do glower
because the clouds of shadowed past
grow bright in new hope's flower

as darkness is forever gone
when earth has welcomed rising dawn.

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