Monday, June 14, 2010


Hope is a thin with feathers,
that salvages the troubled soul.
It sings a beautiful tune
without words, in the mind
nurturing the revelation of unseen joy.

The sweetest and glamorous sound,
in the gale, is heard over times.
It fixes itself in thy lip, eye and brow
bringing a desire future nearer,
and its momentum can never be stopped.

Hope is a thin with feathers,
that palpitates in the heart.
It brings a smile of joy,
happiness, success and courage
that immersed in one’s thought.

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