The tears of the sun rain down drowning out the rapturous
applause of the dying,
Golden butterfly’s flitter away hope into a leather face,
Army’s of clouds dance to the beat of a heart,
The minds eye breached by a flood of rainbows,
The ground shook by a thousand white feathers,
The darkness pierced by a single thought,
Hope,
The whispers of a hope once felt linger in the air like
a hummingbirds dance,
We furiously grasp at flickering wings as if
the shards of life depended on it,
We move to its desire embracing the sky and
coveting its golden touch,
Hope is the golden ticket that is the breath of life.
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