Tokyo views – crushed hope

The name of this discarded cigarette package caught my eye as I walked past.

The songbird of the soul is Hope,
joyful in times of plenty,
present as times grow lean,
likely to find other areas
when the cold blast of winter threatens.

It can be crushed by the smallest child
or sucked into the largest jet,
yet nervousness and nimbleness
combine to avoid destruction.

And when,
as the songbird in Spring,
Hope returns,
the first faint glimmer is
amplified to blinding
luminesence.

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