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To Hope

A distant place in this desolate world, I'll meet you some day. When all the night & day would be hurled, In a hue of black and gray I still feel you around In the breeze and the sea, You're there on the mound, And then you flee. You lurk in the shadows, Where I never stray, Where the light stand on the gallows Among all the black rays. I believe you hear me, So, listen me till the end, To these words which now flow free, From the part of a distant land.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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