A tendency toward secrecy persist
A glance from happiness that once.
A face full of longing
Force to an ever-deeper bliss
Heeding only to inner gravity
The heart is place at its periphery
Around the ashes of old hopes
The heart persist in dreams which
Entered In excited masks, a ballroom
Filled with joy, passion and laughter within
A dream, blissfully unworried the heart persist
Exuding fragrance like meadow, perhaps to love
Perhaps to hold, perhaps heaven will hear the call and answer.
Micheline Jean Louis
Painting by (unknown)
2 responses to “Hope”
Beautiful! 😄
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Thank you MichelleMarie
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