Poem 3 – To have hope…

Hanging, grasping at that budding vestige of a dream coveted true,
Open mind and heart, warmth budding, expectation escalating,
Pessimism drowned in an overflow, promise rising cloaking doubt,   
Evanescent, a mere moment yet felt, sensed, emoted,
             … springing forth astoundingly.

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