I see a spark of hope
beneath all the faded lies
A glimpse of life before life taught
everything soon dies
I see a shell
a forgotten mold,
Of promises whispered
yet always unforetold
I see what was seen
By hearts drawn and words low
A future of what is to be
it was all I ever saw
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Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
