In the quiet spaces
there is hope.
Like tall city buildings
raising their heads above the fog,
we can rise above the mire
lift our faces to the sun
and dare to make it so.
Photo taken flying into Chicago last month.
In the quiet spaces
there is hope.
Like tall city buildings
raising their heads above the fog,
we can rise above the mire
lift our faces to the sun
and dare to make it so.
Photo taken flying into Chicago last month.
lillian the home poet 
wow what a picture! Your poem is so right!
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It was amazing to see Chicago like this out our airplane window! Magical! Always nice to find your replies, Melinda!
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You’re welcome š I was a bit busy over the weekend but I had planned to read your posts as soon as I could and I enjoyed them. I hope the new year is treating you well š
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The picture along with your poem got me so bad. I absolutely love it!!
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Glad you liked them! Thanks for the reply.
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ā¤ ā¤ ā¤ beautiful sentiment and image!
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Thanks so much. Glad you liked it
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