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I Still Hope

My hope doesn't die
even if point's lost,
And I don't know why,
Dream is turned in pale ghost.
It is still alive
when my love is no more,
My heart is beehive
with a cold metal core.
When faith goes away,
When I'm really upset,
When I cannot pray,
But my hope is not dead.
It lives in my cry,
It's like potion, like dope,
My hope cannot die,
I still hope, I still hope...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Sietesantos Avatar
April 28, 2018 at 5:01 PM
This piece is a confirmation of your strong hope and faith in yourself and your dreams and aspirations! Hold on to your dreams, my friend! Bravo! Well done! Pandita
Lyrewing Avatar
April 28, 2018 at 5:28 PM
I'll try, thank you)
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