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Still I Dare Hope

most days i feel parched
a longing inside
much too much to bear

a craving that only grows
the clawing at something
that's there beyond

out of my reach
barely discernable
helplessly unattainable

if only i could stretch up
extend my sweep
as i dare hope
for the caress of a sunray



AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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