Some confusion
Dust rising
From dry land and
Year-old memories
Tumbleweeds and mistakes
Blowing across a dirt road
That leads to places of
Broken hope
Which shadows and stifles and traps
The deceived ones.
What can I do?
Will I be received and
Why should I be?
But do I realize
I bring hope.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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