Hope is good for the immune system.
Props us up so we don’t fall…
until we do.
Softens the features. Soothes
the brow, lifts the heart…
We chance it.
Would that it were a wrench to
tighten the bolts of our wobbly
world. Surer and tighter…
To live as though there were hope–
does that disrespect ourselves
or is it reasonable?
Helium balloons lift and maintain
until the journey’s over.
Sometimes. Nan 11/25/19
Hope Is the Ballon that lifts Fear is the one that
Descends For Giving
Thanks Giving is
The Nature of
Flowers that
Rise Beyond
Thorns as
Most
Beautiful
Rose Colors
Life Eternally
Now Change Exists
But We Are the Navigators
For Flight or Descent Now
Thanks Nan inspiring
Poetry
You
Bring
In Rise of Rose..:)
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SMiLes.. Welcomes..:)
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