Wednesday, 1 June 2016

Hope

Empty eyes eager for hope
Just a glimmer would be fine,
A little gleam of hope
In eternity of despair is divine;
Time is a traveller
And we are tagging along,
Infinite dimensions but one
In infinite directions;
Humanity is tiny
And dying,
Hope,
is its last cigarette.

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