Hope

A twisted vine

Ensnaring passerby

Sneaking tendrils of light

Soft caresses belying their might.

A thought unspoken, a world unseen

Hope arises as the phoenix, from fire free.

Published by mathhatter

twenty-year old something indie-loving cat litter scooper View all posts by mathhatter

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