A voice of hope is heard, from a distant blur,
Shall the cried face slap the heated stone?
For the table is burned down to its ashes
Should it be the rain turning off the candle?
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ahh intensely confused, even for awhile felt giddy........................
The soul lost in the deep snow, while trying to score,
A dream was lost in vain, it was never heard,
When the soul came back it was a total dark,
a message at last i got from such an abstract piece of Art,
the poem has crafted well with confused images that darken the outlook. but still enjoyed reading,
the last line enhance the the overall impact of first line..............
a blurred hope descending on the melancholic soul.
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ahh intensely confused, even for awhile felt giddy........................ The soul lost in the deep snow, while trying to score, A dream was lost in vain, it was never heard, When the soul came back it was a total dark, a message at last i got from such an abstract piece of Art, the poem has crafted well with confused images that darken the outlook. but still enjoyed reading, the last line enhance the the overall impact of first line.............. a blurred hope descending on the melancholic soul.