Slot of Hope
want to believe you
And staying there waiting you
But waiting you is too hard
And it’s consuming my heart
And all the flesh and my blood
The flow in my time is frozen
And sun had departed and ran
Like a ghost
And whirl of night is telling me a lot
To stop believing you
But still in my heart
a slot
a hope
That you will come
To make the grief this grey of me
green at last
bloom in my heart
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