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hope.
i need my hope back
i want you back
i remember finding you a long time ago
that was a great day. of you and me. together
i was really happy back then
happy to have you
as a really great inspiration
i dont even care if you see me or not
all i care for is that you give me hope
my light. my optimism.
wish i could have you back
when will you ever return?
my light.
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can you see the face of God among the clouds?
can you hear Him in the soft summer breeze?
he gently caresses you with the sunlight
and watches over you through the moonlight
though without wings we cannot fly
he gave us our imagination so we can rise
sing, dance and fly through the sky
the clouds say ‘good morning’
i say ‘hi’
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walk along a narrow path
lined up with old tall trees
this path seems too familiar
too familiar for me
ive walked this long narrow path before
before you were with me
and now im reminiscing again
about the old past and the trees
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10 comments | tags: day, H-series, hopepoh, life, past, path, poems, poetry, random, remember, reminisce, stories, travel, trees | posted in H-series, life in between, nothing but boredom, places, poetry, stories
i feel like writing
and panting
while waiting for the time
sitting here naked
watching something sacred
i dont know how to define
somethings’ are shakin’
and im mending
from this broken
heart of mine
so im waking
and im aching
for some breakfast divine
this old room sucks
the floor boards rusts
and im full of dusts
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the earplugs
blocks the noise
from this crowded place
with no avail
their voices still floods my ears
like heavy winds on a cloudy day
i can no longer do something
such noise shortens the lifespan
of a newly built house
such noise. lowly earplugs
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