Hope is the dream of fallen leaves
Tornadic winds snaps the buds of May
To witness the last hour of my breath
Spring love gives up its tender soul.
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Hope is the dream of fallen leaves. This line resonates in my mind, it is a truth of life. When we too fall into guilt, our hope is that we will be forgiven. If we continue to sin, throughout our lives, the only God we know, will not be seen for we will have replaced Him with the devil. Such an intense poem, hits your mind like an arrow hitting a bull's eye! Fantastic message! Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
i'd use bear instead of bare. thanks for sharing. bri :)