Sestina+Poem!


 * Silver Hope**

The night was still. Only a silver moon glistened. Like hope. The sky glowed with an aura that was too hard to grasp. The night was a night to be found On no other day alive.

The day became alive As soon as a crack of silver Had shone through the buildings. Sunlight found its way through the clouds. A lining of pure hope. Something desirable, and almost too simple to grasp. The day of a perfect aura.

Paris, France had an aura of romance. Love hit anyone alive. It would try to grasp the hearts of many. But only those with a silver, solid, heart stood strong. Hearts that bared hope. Those hearts would never be found.

The sky found darkness, leaving an aura of serenity. A new night brought hope to all those that were alive. In the distance, something silver glimmered. And her eye caught its grasp.

Her fingers took grasp of what she found. A silver necklace that held an aura of love that seemed to keep her alive. Like a light that gave her hope.

As she gained hope from this necklace in her grasp, She was alive. Like day and night. She found her aura. And she shined like silver.

Silver moon full of glistening hope. An aura of romance, like Paris. So close in her grasp. She found the necklace. Love hit her alive.