Desk

Essays, poems, and personal reflections from the desk and drawer. · 99

Hope

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Baby, I am in love with the
sparks inside you.
Can I call it hope?

Maybe it’s you, or myself.
I’m not sure
maybe it’s both of us.

But I know it’s the
angel we dreamed of
for centuries.

Can we call it hope?

Take me home

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Take me home, country roads
the place where we
met in the evenings,
The place where we played
and laughed together.

The place where our
hearts broke when the
good byes happened.
And there is where our
childhood memories
stay alive.

I hope we shall
meet there soon.