Blog Posts, personal art, Poem, Prose

Hope Says

Hope says: ‘bout the good battle’,

Liberty yet in sight.

Love breathes from the secret garden.

It’s in the afire seconds spent,

With the Creator of fully new.

The hues of God’s honey;

As his dears elect to become acquainted;

That Affection can develop;

Above the ramparts of the core,

And complete near peoples penniless.


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