POEM – HOPE SPRINGS
The magic that could happen if she had wings.
She would sore through the clouds to hear the gods sing.
Dance on saturn’s belt to brighten her aura.
Fly around his 62 moons and settle on pandora.
Weld down the lid and contain its 7 deadly sins.
Return home with the gift of hope springs.
Poem by me @sugaroc
Art Titled Dream Theory by @archannair