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Tuesday, January 9, 2018

A Cure

A cripple heart that needs love
Hollow eyes weeping all day long
A distorted mind unable to decide
The chaotic realm I used to dwell

In this dark place I've got into;
I felt weak, vulnerable and dreary
In the midst of this incredulity
I still pray for hope and refuge.

Sunset commence to fade itself
The dawn is on rising again once more
A ray of hope flickers in the sky
A cure that I've been waiting for a lifetime
Photo by ivan Torres on Unsplash

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