Hope

At one time a person which didn't have a friend, families, and any prospects.She was middle-aged, had the secondary education. She lived with day. And every day could be for her last. But this person was never upset. At least in the street behind her a variuos things was being whispered: "poor thing", "some born loser", "what it too ...?"... didn't listen to it. She wasn't unhappy. Because, although people thought quite on the contrary, she had everything. She had stars above herself with night and beautiful sun in the day. She had around oneself and for oneself forests, lakes, entire world. Our world. But she still had world belonging only to her.Where everyone had it angle, where the underdogs weren't hurt and defenceless, where they weren't scowling at themselves. Her world. But in the end she had to choose between them. Between one's pipe dream and reality. Then she looked for the last time at the moon, she kissed the sun on for the visit... and walked away. But sometimes we can see her. For everyone he is accepting other form, and only the ones which want her and they need can see her. Few he believes in her, but everyone knows her name.

It is Hope.....

Reviews

[MarkGMelvin]

very nice I enjoyed this write

great job and nice picture too.


peace
wmmelvin

[EILEEN McGUINNESS]

She is the rising star which we can stare at the brightest of all stars and yes her shape sometimes may appear as an angel
nice work very good apart from the off spelling mistake.

[Voison]

This is amazing writing, so warm and heartfelt