There is a little hope that fades as I traverse the streets
It stood strong in the face of adversity
But dissipates in the face of truth
It finds itself standing alone in a pile of rubble left from the storm
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The reality is as clear as the hope seemed to be My heart's healing as I write I can hear the wounds sealing up like a ziplock bag so many such lines and imagery are scatterd all the writing, its approach, analysis the self and outer-self with such a craft.......Really good experience of reading. Lastly as a reader I will have to address 'Good life to you sir! ' Write more, Live long 10++ Apoet Bangla