Hope
The faintest of whispers, the softest of sighs, a “did I see something” obliquely pass by?
a movement that speaks; a presence that loves, a whisper of gossamer; myriad doves.
not much is required; so little we need, the smallest of dreams, a mere mustard seed.
a glimpse, or a glimmer, a flicker of light, a promise of day against vapid night.
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