Don't give up your hope because it is hope that shouldered our dreams from being demolished.


Glimmer of hope.

From every dusk to dawn,

I have been traveling,

Through the deep woods...

And every scorching summer,

To every freezing winter,

I stumbled against untold afflictions En-route.

Nevertheless, I found no sign of success.

But elsewhere I behold a glimmer of hope,

That there shall be tomorrow again,

That the sun will shine as usual,

That the flowers shall bloom as in every spring,

And the new morning will once again bring a fine day.





Poetry by sonam bhote
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Written on 2007-01-27 at 15:18

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Thanks for this soman. Hope is an elusive butterfly sometimes, and your poem was like one passing by my eye! Tai
2007-01-27