Jon Hadley Poems

Hope

Hope is a dove,
Flying high and flying free
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Can you?

Can you see it?
Riding the sky,
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Arching Silverlight

As the Wind calls, my heart breaks
For I am not free to climb upon her,
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And when the sun rose, the sky blossomed into colour,
rising like a hurricane from the east.
The storms that raged around, Ceaseless and menacing
could only bow in awe, as
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