My hands I dipped in sweet dreams,
In orange blossoms’ honey, my lips.
My head thought all sorts of things,
But on far ahead I kept a grip.
Some days bring me all things bitter,
And is hard to find in me a smile.
But I still look for all that is sweeter,
And try to hold them for a while.
My past sometimes sneaks up on me,
Bring back things that I should forget.
I know I’m made of my memories,
Some are good, and some I regret.
Still I try to look up each day I live,
Finding myself in this puzzle of life.
Most of it is learning to love and forgive,
To grow wings and learn to fly.
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