I go to the light
Through darkness of the night.
I do the best to fight
Without any chance.
I play in losers’ team
With no one chance to win.
Has good luck ever been?
It’s bought by enemies.
I have to swim and dive
In purpose to survive.
I seek for real life
Like ghost of Canterville.
I am the kindest dove
Because I fall in love,
But chance is not enough:
I hide my pure face.
Who does believe in right?
I need your perfect sight!
I look for bleeding heart.
Have I a little chance?
I write my thought and words
In poems, stories, works.
I need not in awards.
I publish them as gift.
Without any chance…
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Without any chance
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