Dear Hope, Fly Away

September 4, 2012
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Hope pokes me on the nose and says,
too late for you, I'm gone.
She sparkles as she flies away,
my heart sets like the sun.

I have no other place to go,
I'm stuck in gloomy trails.
Oh, how I wish to have Hope back,
my heart cannot prevail.

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