Her Name Is

Hope came to me softly,  

Its touch floating on blue diamonds.

Warming my heart gently;   

Is this loves eternal Siren? 

Hope spoke of joys living,  

Shinning with a ray of evolution. 

Present in its giving;  

Am I looking at a revolution? 

Hope showed me a kindness, 

Never swaying from understanding?

Displaying effection; 

Could this be what she has been saying?

“The time is always right, to do what is right” ~Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

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