Hope from the past #20

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A grip from the hand
Slowly slipping out of your reach
From the eyes of the judge
A sentence from their mouths

Touch from the arms
From the lonely friend it was
How long it can pass
Deeper it will last

A wound from the past
Cuts the limbs of the mass
Sound of the cracks
From the bones it was

Chaotic sounds
Bombs of the present
Ruined lives
Is it now the end?

A tiny hope we hold
Gossips they told
From the tongue they mold
Melting the ice as firm as they are

Sunset's light
Give us the hope for tomorrow's fight
Aching through the night
Hold of a tight

Stop! It is now the end.

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A/N: it is written out of the blue.

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