Hopeful Days To Come
Cold wind
Rushing in through
Weak mind.
Dead lips
Quivering when
Fear grips.
Lone hope
Anchored soul in
Faith rope.
Third Place in Finding Your Musette Poetry Contest sponsored by Joseph May
Copyright © Jenish Somadas | Year Posted 2020
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