Till All Hope Is Gone Poem by Mark Heathcote
Till All Hope Is Gone
Day, I leave this world to dust.
Another shall return as promised:
if you don't believe a bird can fly,
then why hold it caged till it dies.
Day, I leave this world to its dust.
A sandstorm will erase all ablest-
for all those flowers that testified-
love can never go unless it's sacrificed.
All hope is gone only when we permit our minds to assume so... In the wilderness of persons, things and happenings strange our hope must remain within us like the Polar Star. An authentic and original outflow of beautiful lines Mark. Enjoyed reading your eight liner.
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4/16/2024 2:30:36 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice poem Allow bird to fly and try for free world