The Hope
Cold winter morning
Dark fogs enveloped my way
Freezing my body…
The flowers withered
Dying leaves can not be touched
The sun must be up….
The atmosphere’s heat
Give strength in all that’s wilted
Hope is what I wait…
Copyright © Eiza Evangelista | Year Posted 2017
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