HOPE



Of all the lonely, wretched, souls

Which roam the dreary track of life,

My soul is the saddest!



Of all the heavily bleeding hearts

Which blur in agony and despair,

My heart is the gloomiest!



Yet, in the future of my goal

It’s not too late

To live the happiness of the soul

‘Cause you are written …

In my fate!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I just cannot believe I have lost her!

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