Preciousness in a bite
It is the taste of hope
That I choose to savour
After every bitter tragedy
Sweetness in a breath
It is the scent of hope
That I choose to take in
After every stench of disappointment
Gentleness in a look
It is the sight of hope
That I choose to see
After every soreness in the eye
Bliss in a thought
It is the memory of hope
That I choose to remember
After every pound of headache
Happiness in a soul
It is the feeling of hope
That I choose to feel
After every shattering of the heart
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 11:25 AM UTC
Preciousness in a bite
It is the taste of hope
That I choose to savour
After every bitter tragedy
Sweetness in a breath
It is the scent of hope
That I choose to take in
After every stench of disappointment
Gentleness in a look
It is the sight of hope
That I choose to see
After every soreness in the eye
Bliss in a thought
It is the memory of hope
That I choose to remember
After every pound of headache
Happiness in a soul
It is the feeling of hope
That I choose to feel
After every shattering of the heart