Sing Of Hope


I wonder
To where, thus, hath my shine flown?
Rays of hope now contempt, together
With raised discomfort wherever
For now, worse has my hope grown

If Asunder
On the strings of my broken harp;
It that sung but with silence’d wither
With cursed comfort, however
Then eternal shall my sorrow retard

Indeed, pain’s had my smiles cry
Tears unfold, but silence could gather
My fade & glow times, or neither
If both, quicker might my hope ply


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