Hope is like a flower. Sometimes it's tiny, a dainty, fragile object you can hold in the palm of your hand, easily broken by anyone who touches it. Sometimes it is big, opening up like a rosebud to give your life colour, the most noticeable thing around. But, no matter what the size, even if it is that tiny buttercup you're clutching between your fingertips...whenever the flower of hope blooms... it is sure to be beautiful.
2 comments:
jo. this is just lovely! =)
thanks dasha! i was in a deep mood haha :)
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