Hope

Hope

A Poem by Curls
"

Biology bores me.

"
Clasped in my hand, I hold
the dust of hope
what's left for me
letting the wind to take it off--
to empty my hands
and lose all hope.
What's once whole
now turned dust-
delicate and weak
it's what's left for me.
Should I be worn 
and just remove
all what's left
dust and specs. 

© 2015 Curls


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Added on July 4, 2015
Last Updated on July 5, 2015
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Curls
Curls

Las Pinas City, National Capital Region, Philippines



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