Tuesday, March 15, 2016



I am never empty hearted
I always have
At least a hint
Of hope
And sometimes
When it seems
To have gone missing
I’ll find a wisp
Like smoke
That hovers
There for just a
Little prayer
To fan it into flame




Sara Mathews     March 2016
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