I can't tell you about hope anymore;
Because even for me, it is lost,
Yes, I know hope is always there
Whispering lights in your ear
But, I don't hear voices now,
I had shut them down
And I think,
One of them was hope's.
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Huz
YOU ARE READING
Endless
PoesiaIt is the abyss I wander in Floating like I have no sin Playing notes of peace On a stolen violin -------- Ranked#4 in stopthehate
