HOPE — Breathing Life
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1 min readMay 22, 2020
Haiku Tale
Numb voice of silence
Like chime of thoughts in process ;
Hope born from ashes.
Magic which it floors
Like a fragrance from abode
Lantern’s light called — Hope.
The tale seems endless
If art lies in pursuance
Hope — Never gives up.
To the Life it breathes
Hope calms the storms of duress
Like ease in pitch-dark.
To hold onto Life
And rise with the wings of time
Garner — Hope — as guide.
