Wednesday, 1 May 2013
Something Hopeful
Just as the dusk reluctantly surrenders to the night
And the everyday noises transform to ghostly in nature
Just as the moon beams jettison across a lonely corridor
And the shadows waltz unobserved
Just I have given up hope of any miracle
It is at that point my heart skips a beat
And I clumsily swallow a breath,
Because I can hear the creak on the stairs
And I know something hopeful is finally coming into my life
bobby stevenson 2013
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