across the mopey sky
moon sails,
dangling november stars,
so dimly-lit.
soon darkness would conquer,
washing them off
sea's reflection.
under weeping clouds
i stand alone,
counting hopes.
one, twain.....still so faint
hoping against hope, , , dark hope is a wonderful title, tremendous symbolism expressing the state of mind, , , thanx
it would take a miracle to survive a night without stars.....
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hopes, faint or not, are worth counting.regards