On The Wings Of Hope Poem by Zoran Bogdanovic

He met her
where he wasn't
supposed to;
she met him
somewhere out there
on the rim,
on the outskirts
of her life
it would seem;
they met at
the wrong time,
the wrong place,
in the wrong way;
but they thought
they were right,
and they were
willing to fight
for their dream
concealed in
the mist, in the midst
of a winter night
in which the only
conceivable light
was the one of hope;
and that tiny gleam
survived many storms,
continued to glow
as if to show
the way ahead
and their footsteps
in the snow.