Hear the lost songs,
dying in the wind.
The sound of melodies,
deafened by the bombs.
Find the lost boys,
seeking for the love.
The endless searching,
for meaning and joy.
Watch the lost stars,
shinning in the sky.
The symbol of hope,
As loneliness departs.
it ends with hope...I like this very much.
RépondreSupprimerStill hopeful. I'm a hopeful romantic.
RépondreSupprimerAlways full of hope when love is in the air. Your poem is lovely Diablesse! Really happy to read you again!
RépondreSupprimerthank you all so much
RépondreSupprimervery lovely imagery,
RépondreSupprimeryour words blow and touch like magical wand.
This is lovely, and ending with hope is always the best way.
RépondreSupprimerBeautifully expressed.
RépondreSupprimerThank you for sharing.
Poignant and I love the glimmer of hope at the end
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