Hope Takes Wing
Hope is not a thing
resting in one place,
the poet said hope
is a feathered thing,
I think it takes wing
and flies to hearts
too numb to sing,
hearts too heavy,
hearts too weary,
hearts beating
out of time,
out of rhyme~
hope comes,
breathe in...
rise!
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