Hope
Life’s encompassing goal
Seeks to make the soul a whole,
In a hope to regain
What is its true frame,
Created as one
Torn apart to almost none,
It dies within the depression of time
Losing itself is its only crime,
No control that it has
Makes the loss only last,
Seemingly longer
With no way to grow stronger,
In the hope from a moment
Flies a peaceful comet,
Returns the soul
From bitter pieces
To once again a whole
A lifelong lesson it teaches.
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