It might be warmth
buried deep into the winters.
or the last azalea
standing against the autumn.
Might be a rare constellation
seen by hopeless drunk lovers
or the sight of an oasis
to a lost drowsy caravan.
Hope can be fragile
yet it won't be nulled.
It won't be lost.
Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 5:28 AM UTC
It might be warmth
buried deep into the winters.
or the last azalea
standing against the autumn.
Might be a rare constellation
seen by hopeless drunk lovers
or the sight of an oasis
to a lost drowsy caravan.
Hope can be fragile
yet it won't be nulled.
It won't be lost.