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Ashes of Hope
Once, we held hope in trembling hands,
But it slipped away, like grains of sand,
Now we stand in the ruins of dreams,
Lost in a world of silent screams.
The fire burned bright, but now it’s cold,
Ashes remain where warmth was told,
And though we search for a spark, a sign,
All we find are shadows, undefined.
About the Creator
Francisca
Hi everyone my name is Francisca i am a writer and also I also love cooking.With a passion for exploring the complexities of life through fiction,I bring characters to life in a way that feels both relatable and profound.
Comments (1)
Your sad poems have a unique art. Nice poem.