Hope

by heather - Taurus

Hope caresses the ends
of her hair, pulling
life through a needlehole,
squeezing the most out of 
each day.

Reason for writing:

    i was picturing what hope might look like if it could be seen:  sort of pensive, off to the side...twisting its hair...but forever making the most of everything    

Birth sign: Taurus
Date created: 2000-03-15 17:21:56
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:41:54
Poem ID: 55081

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