Seeds of Hope
Out somewhere far above the depth of blue
New wave of hope billows like harvest moon
If autumn wind will blow the golden hue
The drifted hue will grow anew too soon
For, no matter how long the fall would be
Even if it's capped by frost of snow
Time will come for the caged birds to be free
True love will pave for seeds of hope to grow
March 28, 2023
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1204 Poetry Contest
Sponsored By: Brian Strand
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