Jan 25

Hope to rescue

We called the window hope
A simple idea that there is freedom 
The one thing that kept us going 
The promise of a better place
I remember how I looked into hope
And saw a small brown rabbit 
Her whiskers nuzzled the morning dew
As her paws stuck to the sodden dirt
An arrow flew through the air
I could hear the whistle 
And the sweet rabbit lay
Eyes still open
I didn't look back to hope for some time
It had failed me
 then I realized I needed it
To rescue us
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