Tuesday, 17 May 2016

That "hope".

They say: don't lose hope but,
when even they lost "Hope"
in that time, how was it ?
The heavy questions a human heart aspire,
 be the last smell of an only spring !
Still dreaming of "that hope"
to come true and love more than words .,
Nothing is like His happiness breath, 
spread the old side of time !
Missing the touch of gentle flowes,
in everything that may disappear .
Black road of an unknown home,
be soon there where never ends !
Part of something or a story .

                                                  - A. A. Popovici,

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