.:: H o p e ::.

<sub>Hope is
not a grain in the sky..
not a whisper in the air..
nor a petal dying in grief..

It's.. a tiny ray
peeking through the grim dark clouds..
a lonely bird's melody
in the hallow wind..
a dandelion
carried blindly by fate..

It's a smile, that after every dark storm and every bitter memory, still lives.. like a newborn flower.


I know things have went this far... but that doesn't give me the sign to stop, ever.</sub>





Pencils, round tip pens, technical pens, Indian ink. Some edits and adjustments in PS CS2.



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