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hope
it broods no good
this dark wind
that comes in
from the west
as the night falls
hard on my mind.
i am lost
in the longing
with no guiding light
in these harsh times
to lead me home,
but soon the sun
would come up from the east
and sweep away the dark
and wordlessly the birds
would fill the sky
like a thousand poems
come to life.
this dark wind
that comes in
from the west
as the night falls
hard on my mind.
i am lost
in the longing
with no guiding light
in these harsh times
to lead me home,
but soon the sun
would come up from the east
and sweep away the dark
and wordlessly the birds
would fill the sky
like a thousand poems
come to life.
Published 2nd Mar 2015
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