the slow art of breathing bitter

The Hopes Will Never Diminish

The stars seem to have gone out today,

The rivers seem to have gone silent,

with nothing to sing or say—

low waves trying to kiss the horizon.

The last sun rays

with the late cries of birds;

The young moon diminished by the hovering clouds;

The forever-known hands and voices

fading into the voidness of the forests—

And yet, the hopes will never diminish.

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A/N: We must never lose hope. So just hoping for a sweet vote from you as of now! :)