Monday, November 23, 2015

Holding on to Hope...

“Holding on to Hope,
she couldn’t find it, so she held on to me instead”, the railing wrote.

“She grabbed me tight, a bit mean.
Yeah we may have rough played when she jumped me,
but I refuse to be blamed for her ripped jeans!”

Discerning look was all it took,
It triggered the camera, so the picture took.

This glare was shared, on multiple screens, multiple stare.

Arched feet dreamt of ballet,
but like this parking lot, it was empty
and action was its missing valet…


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