serrated borders leading to perdition, a moment's mishap ending a beautiful existence in damnation! what came after? a parched land-a desert of confusion without drift, an innocent soul entrenched in a cage of epees. life seemed valueless, betrothed with eternal pathos...
and slowly, she woke up. a vine of hope, a thread of virtue in a land of vice. she shone like an apparition yielding manna. she grew with strength, building on the ruins of the day before. breathing in your thoughts, singing in your arms, seeking your gaze, yearning for your love and dancing to the rhythms of your mind, she awaits a day when she becomes a part of you..
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Hope is what keeps people busy,occupied.
Hope is good friend.
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