Hollow Hope

She soars,

Close to the sun.

He roars,

Louder than a gun.

The breeze brings,

Her rare feather,

His paws cling,

Wanting to treasure,

Hold close,

Shower with love,

Like the most delicate rose.

Even though she’s a dove.



©Esther Valencia 

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