Hope is the music we still hear
When the singing has long ceased.
Hope is the sunlight we still see
In the moonbeam rising east.
Hope is the kiss that lingers ’til
We and loved ones again meet.
Hope is the journey—
Time is a luxury in this hectic season. Even so, I believe it’s unforgivable to let the Mid-Autumn festivity pass without a coffee-break scribble (or a quick nod to Su Shi). With De hosting dVerse’s Quadrille #42 today, we’re to write a 44-word poem using the most timely of prompts – “hope”.
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