Hope

Caught in the snap of a wing With a flap and a clap And a sting. Down to the ground like a stone What a sound with a pound All alone. Watched by the flight up above From that height what a sight Of the dove. Twists from the pain to the bone Quite a sprain such a strain Tragic tone. Scooped by yet a net unknown Panicked fret foreign threat Worry grown. Hope’s deceased from those eyes Now a feast for some beast No more skies. Dress the break hurry fast Half awake crushing ache Make a cast. Days soar by seeds so sweet Seems so spry can you fly Hoppy Feet? Day has come grand depart Slightly numb flutter hum Flitting art. To the blue build your nest Cry your coo for you flew Before rest. Rainfall dream endlessly Silent scream to the stream Eternity.

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