Aviva Maxon ’24
Staff Writer
Hope might not ask a crumb from you,
But it certainly takes many
It might perch and sing, and never stop,
But in the darkest place, we sit and wonder,
Why hope flew
And where the feathers went,
After we are plucked and thrown back,
When the brightest lights go,
And we are left
Without a song to sing
Where did hope fly off to,
Where did his hope fly to that left the rest of us without?
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