
Hope drags like a weight
Shadows stand at the gate
–
May I set it all down?
The smile, and the frown
–
May I rest here in the shade?
Let the sound and silence fade
–
Will the ground hold me up?
While I mend my broken cup
–
Musings of the half taken breath……
Hope drags like a weight
Shadows stand at the gate
–
May I set it all down?
The smile, and the frown
–
May I rest here in the shade?
Let the sound and silence fade
–
Will the ground hold me up?
While I mend my broken cup
–
A really moving piece, it felt as if everything stopped as I read it, enveloped by its words.
Wishing you well always!
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Thank you for your kind words.
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anytime 🙂
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