Hope is a thing

Hope is a thing you cannot see,
But it’s real, as real, as can be.
When you’re upset, about to cry—
Recall that feeling of flying high.

Hope is a thing you cannot touch,
Not when it’s easy, not when it’s too much.
A slow crescendo, a refrain—
Hope is a thing you cannot drain.

—Vivian Y.

oOo

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