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Hope
By Wristcutter
Autumn breeze, flying leaves.
Grey and black amibience
fills the world in vain.
Rain falls and leave my tears in disguise.
Drops of tears flowing with the rain.
The sound of brown leaves beneath my feet
fills my world with emptyness.
As I approach the bench i begin my poetry.
Writing and reading is my will to live.
As I gaze upon the sunrise,
I realize life is worth living.
This isn't the end.
I feel hope; I feel happy.
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Copyright 2013 Wristcutter
Published on Monday, October 21, 2013.
Filed under: "Philosophical" and
"Poetry"
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A former member wrote:
A chilling atmosphere portrayed in this piece, but there's a certain lightness to it. Hope is a daunting topic to explore and yet you executed this flawlessly.
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