So much longing,
No belonging.
So much giving,
Too little living.
So much sending,
No receiving.
Hope the most dangerous emotion,
Raising, rising, opening,
Falling, plummeting, closing.
Tread softly as you tread on my dreams.
Breathe gently lest you
Estinguish the flame.
Hope that fills you,
Fuels you, fools you,
Then lets you fall.
Why hope at all.
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