HopeA Poem by KaplanKop
Boy meets girl,
Boy grows up, Bombs get thrown around, Bones shatter and hope loses, People look for hope where it's left, Leftover scraps get eaten, stolen, hoarded for a day before it rots again. Standing at the edge of hope, What's left is you and the world. © 2021 KaplanKop |
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Added on May 12, 2021 Last Updated on May 12, 2021 |