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Hopeful Sound

We’re lucky to have survived each other,
  in the aftermath of love

Those promises made as leaves they fell,
  from a height so far above

The seasons changed, a pledge reclaimed,
  buries deep within the ground

Waiting for Spring, its first robin to sing
   —a new song of hopeful sound

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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