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HopeShe, is hope Who helped me hop, stop and hop Leading my lot back to the top After trouble had had me toppled. She fan my flame and brought back my game Holding my frail and fainted faith Until I gained a steady gait Moaning she let me, but by morning Untold grief but she held my brief Till I could again gain my breath Hope towed my ramshackle Out of depression dungeons Now I have found a passion In poetic expressions. For petals 2359hrs (c) nyasi shortforms 21/04/2012 Up again Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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