they are the children
who drink Hope
bathed in dust,
and eat Hope’s
arid whispers,
from dry thunder’s
promised dreams,
in distant clouds
that rain only tears –
onto parchment skin.
A. Hoyt
April 2012
April 23, 2012 by Muses, Ink
they are the children
who drink Hope
bathed in dust,
and eat Hope’s
arid whispers,
from dry thunder’s
promised dreams,
in distant clouds
that rain only tears –
onto parchment skin.
A. Hoyt
April 2012
This is not a daily reflection, but one I pulled out of my collection. I guess I’m already cheating on this being for daily reflections.
What goes through your mind when you see the pictures of the starving children? Any links or thoughts regarding this?
Excellent post today. Thanks for sharing. I really enjoyed it very much.
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