Hope is a small ember that floats out in the dead of night. It’s the last root of a tree, no one knows where it is there but it is there. It is a firework exploding up to heaven. Hope is a plane cutting across the sky as the sunset goes. It’s a dragon’s last breath. Hope is tomorrow.
This is a very powerful piece , oskar
i like the theme of description is set in the night sky and the metaphor of hope being a ember is amazing. it is a beautifully crafted piece.
Well done Oskar, that is a very good piece of writing.
The metaphors are very effective. Give yourself a pat on the back