The truth is, there's still hope
Even if you feel like, there's not any hope
All weary travellers here, carry their own hope
For the strength to walk forward, is given by hope
In this treacherous tunnel, as well resides hope
So set your heart dear, you'll surely find hope
Stumble or tumble, never leave hope
For the way to see light, is only through hope
Hope, my sweet friend
hope well, and
hope more you should, because
Hope is your namesake..
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MUSINGS.. A collection of poetry
PoetryPoetry is.. beauty, style and grace; Poetry is.. insightful, precious and profound; Poetry is.. ecstasy, passion and glee; Poetry is.. past, present and future; Poetry is.. heart, mind and soul; Poetry is truly a blessing.. Feel the same? Somewhat...
