hope
springs people out of the woodwork
bobbing like birds beaks
in dirt for food to sustain the mood
hope
floats like sun through fog
cannot snatch grab it with
even the holiest hands
palms kissing
God what is missing
thoughts thanksgivings
at last
spring and gray is cause for gratitude
under sunrays
eyes sparkle the whole day in new light
hope
walks in the wrinkles of time
tis sweet to not see its footsteps
but to know it is within you as you go
Love :)
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