IMAGE by Sonja Sofia Yakovleva

Hope,
Where would I be
Without hope
An opening,
I peek out
My eyes peek out
To see
The rest of me
Seeps low
A level of hope
That once said
It was the last time
We would meet
But I see you
Through the window
As I walk along the street
And I hope
As I see
You stealing
…. a peak
Hope,  it is what
Releases me
And it is hope
That grows
…. in me.

Tip: Experiment with the audios of the same poem by playing them together or at different times for a desired effect.

By Maria Grujicic (Malena)

MALENA IMAGE by Sonja Sofia Yakovleva

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