:: heard the whistle of :: the train in your eyes open :: window curtain danced ::
more of my haiku::chandeliers::on::the::floor::
more of my haiku::chandeliers::on::the::floor::
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Hope - still
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Hope is bloody-knuckled and bruised
From punching the wall in an attempt
To break it down.
Hope knows the only way through
Is through
And time heals
And...
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Merci, :) So sweet of you and I love the poem! xo
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