Whispers of Hope
Evening stretches into night
Another phase of the moon slips by
Awake I lie
Whispers in the heavy darkness
"Is this time my Hope?"
Whispers heard only by me.
More evenings, more nights
Darkness mixed with whispers.
Times missed, whispers still asking.
Whispers answering
Internal apple seed.
Is that you, Hope?
Picture on the dark screen.
Little girl now whispering.
Yes it is me.
I've been waiting for you.
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I'm using a poem I wrote awhile back. When I was thinking of H coming up I just had to use this.





