Optimism

Last Updated on July 18th, 2020 by App Shah Leave a comment

In winter,
when the trees are bare,
And frost flies
in the bitter air,
He hears the echoes,
far away,
of songs the birds
will sing in May;
To him is borne,
in wintry hours,
the redolence of
sleeping flowers –
The optimist.

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