Lush Pastures
the hope of it all brings me to tears,
the fate of all that unwinds
just tangles into more fear.
fear for the future as hope dwindles,
leaves nothing to be desired at the end.
is the grass always greener
on the other side?
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In the Glimpse of an Eye ✓
Poetrywhereby i capture the blissful serenity of the mundane in verses. All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2018 by Kate H.
