Hope
Bright as a star through the night
Gleams like a meteor in the darkest sight
Shines upon a warmly might
Feel the essence of the undying light
Dispels the hate within its wraith
Through its heart that cuts the bait
Moulded the form of the eternal trait
Like the one who opens his faith
Springs from the self, foe or friend
As the one that might be able to tend
Either to prefer the darker fiend
Or bring chance, from hope that reigned.
J.H
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Flame Of Souls
PoetryThese poems are not written at the same day or at the same time, each one of them is unique. Their creation time does not have a specific gap, all were created at a random interval because I only write when I strongly feel something. Readers, I hope...
