I want to convey that hope is... the thing left behind when nothing is left. If you still have hope -somehow you'll make it.
You see I wrote this after seeing the man whose house had just burned down look at me and smile... Odd ya know-how an action so small can convey so much meaning. He had just lost everything in one night he had just the clothes on his back, lacking even shoes... yet still he smiled. he smiled his hope towards me... tacky statement-But his smile was the source of my lilac.
p.s. I wonder what a lilac looks like... In my mind I picture his smile.
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I want to convey that hope is... the thing left behind when nothing is left. If you still have hope -somehow you'll make it. You see I wrote this after seeing the man whose house had just burned down look at me and smile... Odd ya know-how an action so small can convey so much meaning. He had just lost everything in one night he had just the clothes on his back, lacking even shoes... yet still he smiled. he smiled his hope towards me... tacky statement-But his smile was the source of my lilac. p.s. I wonder what a lilac looks like... In my mind I picture his smile.