Lost Hope's Whereabouts
Although uninformed of
Lost Hope's whereabouts
Friendless, I am its friend.
And its comforter.
Seen, heard, through that numb window's
Fawn in snow approach.
Gentle-eyed; gentle-toed.
Closer and closer.
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2023
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