Hope

Mon, 01/06/2020 - 19:02 -- msl002

I heard of hope. 

It means forgiving the people who left without saying goodbye.

It means cherishing the good memories 

And acknowledging the unpleasant ones.

It is a longing to seek out happiness and pursue your dreams.

Hope is the warm ray of sunlight shining down on your face.

Hope is a blank page, ready to tell a story.

Hope is a new beginning.

  

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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