Just show me Hope, unwillingly liar Fate.
Just tell me stories, tell me these are the ones
I've once believed! The happy is past.
Please, do not tell me, this was a wrong choice!
Tales, once adored tales, fight with me, fight the past,
don't let me lose this fray of the day, that comes!
I write the sounds of verdant prospects,
hating the fact that I'm mortal human.
Just show the Hope, don't wait for the doldrums score,
a shadow shields the nerves I still have inside,
I feel the taste of measured passion,
singing the hymn of the better future.
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A good start with a nice poem, Thomas Owen. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.