
Photo: Amitai Asif
When life turns back onto itself
When flow seems stalled
Or slogs to mud
Hope still remains
A promise curled in gathered clouds
For though they hide the current sun
They still meander
Toward a future
Of fertile streams
To guard.
For The Daily Post

Lovely, comforting poem.
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I’m glad, Sunny! 🙂
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