Hope

by Breann Vasquez   Jul 7, 2007


Hope is a pale light blue.
It is the sound you hear when angles sing.
It tastes like a small bite of the best cookie ever.
It smells like the sweet air of tomarrow.
It looks like the dusk of another day.
It makes me feel like the hope of the next best thing to come my way....

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