look out my window
patio with empty pots
though hope sees blossoms
feelings of promise in vine
not nourished and still striving
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I love plants and miss flowers I could not afford this year, so pots stand empty. I thought this bit of green was a weed, but now I think it is part of a honeysuckle plant I had in this pot last year. It seems Im surrounded by a discouraging world and this plant gives me hope.
***
The Bag Lady 
Plants always find ways to grow.🌱
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That’s a great message of hope in your tanka poem, Cheryl. I hope you are feeling well. 💜
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I love that hope is the contrast to the stark misery of the world.
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I was reading this quote in a book where a “bad guy” said that all you need to do to win is destroy hope
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Yes, I have heard that quoted, and I think it’s so true.
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I love this as hope springs eternal 💜💜💜
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Striving is a good word. Sometimes that’s all they can do. Let’s hope it turns to thriving, and the world with it.
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I hope your plant survives, Cheryl. We can never give up, and make the best of every moment.
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Agree💕
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I hope this plant survives and thrives.
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Me too!
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💚💚💚
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Hold on to the hope, Cheryl! ❤
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We all have to☺️
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