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Hope
When ravages of Fate leaves but a thread,
On which to cling, so not to fall so hard,
The mind would bask on glories it once led,
Though now sadly unsung by any bard;
Will Time turn round half circle towards the past?
To, once again, relive the days gone by?
When future climes had run their course at last,
Could History still, once more, glorify;
With thread on which our dreams are made to hang,
Above the flood Adversity may bring,
To wait until the larks again have sang,
When hearts have found new happy tunes to sing;
.......When all the dreams had fled before men's eyes,
.......Hope stays until the end, and never dies.
poem
by
Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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