Hope
We brought our hopes with us
like bright embers, nursed
across a great white snow field
under a darkening sky.
We brought our fears, too,
the ones that scrabble sideways
in the dark, that wake us,
sudden in the shivering night.
But mostly hopes.
This is so delicate and beautiful. It reminds me slightly of a Natalie merchant tune. Movement, history, fears and that ever important hold on hope.
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Thank you, Damien.
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