Hope can blossom
While it kills clots,
It can set morales
Or cover thy front.
Thou, whose worth
Is over thy rigors,
Made a life curt
To smell the flowers.
Hope can blossom
While it makes thee sob,
But no more dolor
Can remove an aplomb.
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Interesting writing and choice of words. Beautiful poetry.