Hope by Ann Wood
Hope, though minimal, always leaves a mark - deeply lasting,when we are at a crossroads,
and the soul sinks into black confusion ...
When question marks echo in
the silence
when we don't see the light in the tunnel ...
Then comes the only hope
They say she always died last,
comfort was to the lonely heart,
before it stops beating and dies.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2020-08-13 at 00:00
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