Airy Hope The river sparkled then. Trees stooped low in greeting. Joyous, unadulterated creatures. Delighting in all things. Besprinkling arcs of happiness, they trot, unceasing. Powerless, yet powerful; unaccountable to convention. Owners of nothing, yet of everythingUnabused trust, untarnished innocence. Searching for this flowery meadow, I walk, hoping to retrieve In a world of stumps and blight, unaware of having lost it on the way. (This poem won honourable mention in the December 2011 Poetry Writing competition of SH College Writers’ Forum)
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