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.
Reshma L R✍️For more insights 🧐"mynewblogspotrk.blogspot.com" & Poetry collections : "Unstrung Notes", "Elysian Florets", "Wonder Meal", "Ormakal"
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