I die with hope in my heart,
A knowing, a seeing of something known to many,
To all will we look,
Watching the kindness unfold fills my hope,
and my despair asks for balance,
But it is possible,
We know it,
A limited love is building our future,
We need it so?
Will we need it forth?
Can I not be a burden?
I try and yet the trying grows longer,
As it grows shorter.
How can an upper morph into a fall,
A falseness of feeling change,
Overwhelmingness awry,
Back to the hoping, the knowing,
Do we see??
It is coming,
What do we feel of it?
What is it,
What will be made of…
Hope.
Hope.
Hope.
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