Hope, a four lettered word;she'd killed it's metaphors ;she'd let it froth at its mouth. She did compare herself to Jane Eyre, once, her face had lacked harmony too. //caption// Hope is wearing new shoes today. -Sanjana Kumar If you'd woken up early enough, you could have traced the footprints too. Because when the morning fog lifted, the sun never showed up. It rained hard; the rains wouldn't let you decipher the size of the shoe. Don't worry ; six footprints anyway, one half of an upturned cup.
