A sad string pullsDeep into the night
Weaving images of desolation
At a time when destiny abandoned us
To this barren land.
Instead of floating
Hope and dreams flicker
But Faith wells up
Never sure, but always steady
As we stare coldly
Into life unfolding.
posted by maya-bea-michelle-alfred @ 9:36 pm
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