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Hope

Even in the darkest night hope lives in my heart

By Marie381Uk Published about a year ago 1 min read
Hope is a wonderful thing

There is a place where shadows creep,

Where heavy thoughts make me weep.

There’s no escape; what can I do

As my heart hurts, searching for you?

Dreams that danced are now silent and dim,

Hope is dying; it is growing thin.

Yet on this night, a spark could still rise,

A glimmer found in my tear-streaked eyes.

In tangled thoughts, I will look for peace,

Repairing myself again. Pain will soon cease.

Even in this darkest hour of tears I now cry,

There is hope that we won’t ever say goodbye. ❤️

love poems

About the Creator

Marie381Uk

I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️

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