Hope
They fire at her
mourns and weeps
unremittingly. .
Its dreams are shattered
by the fiery, fearless
blade.
It is dressed in
crimson autumn
scenes
They hear, they see
her mourning.
They feel a terrible pain
and sorrow. Not silent
Not soundless
The soulful star reflect off
a brilliant Winter night
triumphantly.
The stormy, wild sea
ruins a thirsty rock.
She looks for the grey
spark of the candle
its light embroiders
the most inward thoughts.
The moon mirrors
the fragile rill
hoping for a source
to water it.
The brave, dead forest roars
to revenge its destiny.
Never yields, Never yields,
despite the devastating
destructive suffering.
God's grace ,beauty hoped ,and will prevail
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