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H.O.P.E

As the night engulf into itself,
the soothing shimmer of dusk…
As the cloud engulf into itself,
the gleam of twinkling stars…
So did our words of agony and sorrow,
Engulfed into themselves,
the pleasant smell of our love…
And what remained is their echo
An echo so deafening,
That everything else just muted out,
And what remained is, betrayal…
Betrayal of your own feelings to yourself,
Betrayal of your own emotions to yourself…
But with in this cage of deceit,
Where everything looks so lost,
I trust on a ray of hope to rise,
in the hope that at least this hope,

Does not get engulfed into silence….

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