It keeps changing its shapes and adopts different forms but it's always there..


H.O.P.E

In the dreary sunken mires...

Morns help it spruce up...

and condense it's calling...

while the fire releases itself..

thwart and beyond the skies....

whispers screech, gestures point..

stang-er rustles disappoint..

yearnings go unrestrained..

things turn into a delphic elf..

life..but..sustains.. and..never dies...!




Poetry by sadaf
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Written on 2019-11-05 at 07:42

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chuma okafor
I like the style of this work, nice one.
2019-11-05


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
A very good work. Very thoughtful thought provoking.
Ken D
2019-11-05