I found Hope yesterday.
She was sitting on the sidewalk curb of 27th Smallwood Lane.
Hot day.
The air was heavy;
Stuffy and suffocating, almost.
But when I saw her
From the way the dirt flew when my sneakers hit the pavement it was like
Magic fairy dust
Reflecting the sun's rays
Tiny flecks of glitter.
Then I knew she was something different.
And the air became light,
Breathing became easy.
She smiled at me.
And we walked together.
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Poesiawe laugh, we cry. we love, we hate. we live, we breathe, we feel. life is said to be a roller-coaster ride, a puzzle, a journey, a story. and sometimes all that's needed is a little pause, to take a breath and contemplate all of its little matters...
