Moonmoon Chowdhury
No matter if the sky is overcast,
No matter if the sun is cloaked in black,
No matter if the earth is dry and tar,
No matter if the trees are grey and stark.
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We can still infuse the drained canvas,
With green kernels of flickering hope,
With red songbirds of passionate zest,
And orange butterflies humming ‘we will’.
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Photo credit : Kristen Hayes (unsplash.com)
Beautiful! Yes, we have the potential to paint a dream💚
Thank you, dear Gowri. 💚💚
Hope’s the small word that your poem expresses, beautiful!
Love this poem, full of hope. Such vivid descriptions, my dear.
Thank you so much, dear Natasha. 💚💚💚
Beautiful
Thanks so much, dear <3 <3 <3
Thank you, dear Mumtaz💚💚
A beautiful poem of hope💚💚 my dear! Loved it💚💚
Thank you so much, dear Pooja. 💚💚💚💚
Beautiful! Loved it 🙂
Thank you so much, dear Amrita 💚💚💚
Such an uplifting poem, beautifully penned Moonmoon💚💚💚
Thank you so much, dear Roodaba 💚💚💚
Beautiful. We must hold on hope.
Thank you so much, ma’am. 💚💚💚
What a beautiful painting of words💚💚💚
Thank you so much, dear Sonali 💚💚💚
Beautiful!
Thank you so much, ma’am 💚💚💚