Hope Poem by Mary Roach

Hope



Hope is purple

It smells like cherries sweet and plump

It tastes like strawberries dipped in sugar

It sounds like the drums at the end of the battle

It feels like the sunlight warming your face

Hope is a beacon shining in the night

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Raymond Valadez 21 February 2010

yes agreed. take everything from me but leave me hope.. love it

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