Monday, June 22, 2020

Hope

Hope is a disease, 
Which affects your heart. 
It never decrease, 
Your spirit like a hart;
But hop your pulse, 
So never wish to part. 
Hope is a promise
Which affect your art, 
And it increase 
Your thought from blackout. 

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