FREE VERSE Poem: Hope’s Subtlety, by Diya Misri

I keep dreaming of hope,
As my wake – unyielding –
Keeps whispering,
And it grumbles – silently,
As her arms surround me,
Hopelessly,
I wonder,
Does hope love me?
If she does,
She does so – tenderly,
For when time travels,
I can feel her –
No longer,
I can smell her –
No sweeter,
As this love –
Turns into yearning
For me.

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