Hope
by Venesa Devi
Perhaps there's still small pieces of hope in the sky,
hidden behind the thick cloud of despair.
Perhaps hope is just an illusion our lonely heart long to see.
Perhaps hope is the only goodness in the darkness of life's cold reality.
Perhaps hope is an easy escape from all misery.
Perhaps hope is just a lie that will never change the colours of the seas.
Perhaps hope was made by people like you and me,
desperate for shelter from the violent storm of failure we see.
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