We uphold hope
Feed it to our hearts.
Let it grow
And then one day
It gets sowed
By something we saw
That caused the drought
And the rain.
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PoetryIt was then she said: "Words fed, scathed, brought my soul together; and it would be preposterous if I'd get to feel all these sensations alone, so I am giving you a part of my suffering, a fragment of my universe, a debris of myself. Through these...
uphold
We uphold hope
Feed it to our hearts.
Let it grow
And then one day
It gets sowed
By something we saw
That caused the drought
And the rain.
