it is with heart that I feel my way
it is with sadness trust evades
it is with hope it comes and stays
it is with chance a tomorrow looms
it is with mirth this crowded room
it is with heart a new love blooms
it is both ways I do assume?
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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