The Sweet Scent of Hope

A haiku on hope

By Peeping_SoulPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Photo by Adelin Preda on Unsplash

A small blue primrose

blooms under the rising moon.

The sweet scent of hope.

inspirational

About the Creator

Peeping_Soul

I am an executive who likes spending time reading and writing about almost everything under the sun.I love writing within the cusp of relationships, history, and creativity where boundaries are blurred, and possibilities are immense.

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A haiku on hope

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