Hope came to me bright
eyed and humble. Like daybreak
She felt like the tide—
the lilting here and now, and
cleanse of disserving patterns
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Hope came to me bright
eyed and humble. Like daybreak
She felt like the tide—
the lilting here and now, and
cleanse of disserving patterns
Beautiful use of language. I love this: she felt like the tide —
Magical!