Hope - Poem by Florencia Faber
Hope- it comes out of my mouth,
Like everything else I've said today
Does it sound better than, say, Hate?
I could get all mushy and gooshy
And tell you hope's a light-
A guide, a thing to have in times of need
Really, yes; but not completely
Hope is the sound of rain in the summer,
The color of the azul sky
Hope is heat to a homeless man,
The untold truth of a lie
Hope, a child's musical laugh,
Hope, a tiny bell's ring
Hope, a mother's memories,
Of teaching her girl to sing.
The ashes of a fire,
The pages of a book,
All the things you can dream about
Need time, in which hope took.
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