'Hope' Poem by Linda Winchell
'Hope'
Hope does not have a number,
At the disposal of each man.
It means rather to be open,
As open as dare can.
Despare does not bury,
Hopes or illusions one prepares.
But to harmonize with itself,
Of mans' enviroment, as birds' to air.
He is a world known creature,
Who himself lives everywhere.
Hope is mans' breath of life,
And God's breath of purest air.
Hope ful write.. hope is a spark from God's kingdom.. that lightens and kindles man's mind.. so splendid a write. this is 10 Rema
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4/23/2024 9:41:11 AM # 1.0.0.1119
hope is mans' breath life and Gods breath of purest air ..well done...nicely written poem... Ency Bearis