The heart is a womb where hope is born
It is conceived in the mind
Believed to be blind
Hope is a quest to be free
An open door or key
-To a foreign place
A race that can be won
A belief in something strong
In things unseen or unheard
Hope sounds absurd
But we can live on hope and dreams
On schemes built on itself
Hope and dreams are our wealth!
very well expressed and with alot of wisdom. Without hope there would be no reason to even exist
time and time again we go forward and are thrown down down deep down but HOPE like a bright star always there always for us to see and be seen a fine poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
10! 10! 10! 10! What amazing words.