Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Between hope and fear

The warm sun feels lovely on my skin
streaming in through the window
as against the wall I lean
But I dare not open the window
for there is a cold wind
that might come in.

One can hope
possibly it is true
that the air is warm
But what if
waiting just beyond
is a storm?

Between hope
and a fear of deception
one hesitates
to step into action.

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