Hope

Sundown on a summers eve
Sunrise on a winters morn
The early forest at dawn
Chrisp autumn leaves
Paws on the wooden floor
Foot prints in fresh snow
Gentle rain on the window pane
Coloured pencils standing in a perfect line
Soft hands running softly down your spine
Electric atmosphere, loud beats in the air
New book, pristine perfection
Old book, teared pages and dedication
Return back to that first page

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