We all
twine around this Hope
Hope is
a tiny, growing
plant
Stemming out
between two rocky stones
of
despair and almost a
feel of null:
Hoping to survive
amidst blowing winds
Hoping
to serenade and sing
defeating
the ghost like anti - songs
domineering
forest and bush thick,
thickets and
thimbles:
a soft
melody passing through
the brambles
and lute’s corner.
The unequalled
glory and
Hope will
garland you in earnest.
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