hope
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Where Hope Is
Won’t you Lift your head, dear one? Gravity hangs Your porcelain neck In chains Dooming your dreams To be stomped out Crushed petals On the gunmetal pavement When did it all go wrong That you flinch At even the gentlest sound And recoil from a helping hand; Lacquered eyes glaring warily Through the thicket Of your lashes Rainbows have come and gone In the spaces Of every cosmic breath Vestiges left behind In the ubiquity Continue reading
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In These Words
Fingers crossedWith childlike fervorA gossamer-soft hopeTightly clenchedThat these words –Floating into the etherIntertwinedWith ethereal promisesOn the wind –Will grasp the palmOf searching fingertipsOr sit upon the lipsOf some unassuming strangerOr find their wayInto the open chambersOf the heartWhere they may resonateLike a comforting frissonSuffusing warmthThrough weary bonesAnd reach further stillTo soothe the soulEmbosomed deep within Continue reading
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