Hope
Small little children running together.
Playing a game with one another.
Little feet getting wet so what shall we do?
Throw a penny here there is a penny there.
Run quickly you might grab it don’t let it go.
A sweated figure arises holding heavy objects.
This will last at least one day.
A small kid sitting on the floor.
A hand closed so tight looking up above.
A hope for the future.
Drained eyes that ran out of water.
Mum I need to sleep don’t wake me up yet.
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