Day could be so hard,
As even it’s hard to breath
And you could see no light
And all good things
That pick you up
Are somewhere lie beneath
But there is something in the mind
That glitter as a spark.
It may be hope-but, who knows?
Just gleam in the black dark.
I wonder-what could it be,
When all the things are sad,
And there is no place for any hope,
Just hopeless lonely night..
But now I understand-
Why light so small and lack-
We search for it far more and more
When in the blackest night.
Hope
© Copyright: Рыся Башарова, 2009
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