Sometimes,
In Life
All is nothing
And nothing is all,
Emptiness, prevails
Down long empty halls,
And yet!
We hold on,
To Life's
Incomprehensible
Call
Because Hope still
Burn eternal,
In those with
Sensitive Souls
As creativity plays
Its saving role.
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Reminds me of the song HOPE SPRINGS ETERNAL popularized by AIR SUPPLY. I love it, dear Ma’am Sandra...10++