Hope ...
My hope springs up
in spite of blows
higher after every
fall ...
Down the road of
life it goes
bounding like
a rubber
ball.
My hope springs up
in spite of blows
higher after every
fall ...
Down the road of
life it goes
bounding like
a rubber
ball.
Another inspiration from a very special friend from here. A woman with a kind heart, a loving person and a friend you would love to have. The poetry above was written by her, thank you so much for sharing us one from your heart to our heart.
POETRY FROM MY HEART TO YOURS!




