Hope Lost


United States
35° 52' 5.2968" N, 84° 5' 26.61" W

Resembles a singing sun, is the heart’s first hope-
Does it enlighten, does it not shine?
As sweet as a mocking bird, is this new found spirit-
Does it enlarge, does it not fly?
As blue as the ice is the first strike-
Does it survive, does it not die?
Running like a hunter, is the anticipation of your fate, not yet decided-
Does it throb, does it not stop?
As harsh as the world’s finest dagger, is the final blow-
Does it cry, does it not crush?
As fragile as the sky is your heart now broken-
How does it feel, to be disappointed?

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