Ever Wears Poem, by Dhanya, at My poetic side

Put a little hope in here

Your hands are both cold and warm in there

You have a heart in your hands

Put a little hope in them

I really don't care about fear here

When I see so much hope for us there

There is too much space everywhere

For there never to be care

I have more miles to bare

There can't be anything fair

However, there is hope in the air

Which means there's time to spare

Mileage for fare

Wise and aware

I have hope in my mind

I have a mind I find

I feel the heart if for us to share

I mean for worlds out of here

I have no plaintive to wear

I'm at a place right here

Here now, and then there

Away from any other care,

or any other where

I have stood here too long

So that this is my song

Dance to the wine and drink up this last line

Until with me, you find

The end of our time

And the beginning of forever for beings of

hope that never wears

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