Hopeful Sound

We’re lucky to have survived each other,

 in the aftermath of love

 

Those promises made as leaves they fell,

 from a height so far above

 

The seasons changed, a pledge reclaimed,

 buries deep within the ground

 

Waiting for Spring, its first robin to sing

  —a new song of hopeful sound

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

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