Hope
By Cinara
HOPE Hope is the garden surrounding a dream, filling its eyes with colors of desire it is moonlight soaking into every crevice of passion it is a soft breeze that caresses the the visions of a kiss and the wings of a nesting lark harboring songs yet unsung, Thr eyes of a dream gather summer flowers, bathe in opal glows of moonlight and dance to the silent music that is sketched on the fringes of longing HOPE gives life to a dream and makes it rejoice in its delight even before the first dawn of possibility Written April 1st, 2002 © on Apr 01 2002 08:09 AM PST 0 • 12
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