Hope is a seed that I planted

Way in the depth of the soil

Of my soul.  It pushes through

The cracks of my heart and grow.

It withers away and shrinks by

Winds of gloom and dismay.

But forever blossom back

Green, fresh, and strong.

For, you see, my hope is a seed

Of an old Jasmine tree-Stubborn and free.

Flowers white fragrance petals in spite of

Frozen snow, blooms betwixt rocks.

©Gainperspectiveblog9/3/2016

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