Through translucent bodies
And closed minds.
Through wilting trees
And dying bees.
The skies collapse beneath our feet.
The graveyard glimmers through
The shade of our people.
Many of us stand, but feeble.
Hope.
Through undeniable fear
And the blood, sweat, and tear.
We stand tall.
The ones who love,
The ones that beam brightly through eternal dark.
Only time will tell us when,
The sun will shine on us again.
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Author:
Brycycle (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I have hope. Do you?
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Comments2
Hang on to it at all costs.... nicely shared... Neville
Yes! Thank you
That hope is with us all - all WILL be well.
I agree, it is very important that it is always around
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