Knitting The Lost Hope
Many times I told in a poem
Through nicks with meaningful sribbles
Pulled out a bunch of rotating stories
Pulled out a bunch of rotating stories
Flapping wings with a million imaginations
Flaying with unheald wound
Reminded me of a hope, that began to dim helplessy
Reminded me of a hope, that began to dim helplessy
Asking for justice to the universe, even if my heart feels tight
There musn’t be the slightest word of surrender…
A million dreams wander into the sky
Wrapped in twilight that’s so biting, called me while whispering
Come here, I’ll whisper even if it’s just a little
Although I know, maybe it feels very difficult
But I know, you always have a way to get up
When this self has been dedicated, a dream and hope
Musn’t be shaken in the slightest
Stringing knots of happiness
Continue the edict of the struggle, expect sustainable seeds
Who never give up before winning
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