Drawing Her(self) Hope

She lost herself,
Certain, she was;

Certain ways heRself,

Wild-she is
inventing hEr fly!
Progress of Adaptations flung wiDe

World of foreign
unknown in hands
made neW

Hope is where her heart recovers
How will see us through.

Drawing her(self) hope;

Adapting as we live
Physical meditations

It is always Advent somewhere in time and space
Draw Your hope, and

paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower