Hope - Poem by Ronald Chapman
If hope could be a color.
It would be blue,
As a clear sky as the ocean.
If hope could be a taste.
It would be an apple.
If hope could be a smell.
It would be baked apple pie.
If hope could be a sound.
It would be new born baby's cry.
If hope could be a feeling.
It would be a hand shake from an old friend.
If hope could be an animal.
It would be a puppy licking your face.
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