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  • Writer's pictureLaura Grá
    • May 4, 2020
    • 1 min read

Rope of hope

Updated: May 27, 2020



In tears, lies the freedom,

In sighs, beneath the sorrow,

In apocalyptic smiles

Becoming grins, tomorrow,

In whispers, floats the madness

That tears the words apart,

Renting the hemispheres of sadness,

When heart can't play her part.

In bowels, dances fury,

In eyes of troubled waters

We find our sense of glory

And everything that matters.

In the magnetic kisses

We throw our stern dispair,

Jumping in the cleavage of our hope

That lures us into love and care.

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