By: Ashley Pope

                                            I look at you and what do I see

                        Hope is a thing with feathers 

                             To quick to catch, too slow to notice where it lands 

                         Hope is all we have 

           Forcing hope will make you take blessing that aren’t yours

                           It’ll leave a lot of room for assumptions 

                                   I rather a feather be slow than fast 

                                 I’ll be able to see my hope coming then running to try to catch it 

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