Hopes.

I looked up to the sky and hoped for nothing.

What could it even offer? I wanted the world

That’s already been sold. They say it is cold

But then, you sell your soul

To faith, to work, to life and oh! Love!

Kisses, never moist, eyes, always closed;

Words so deep, voices shallow.

Freedom forever sealed in sheath,

I looked up to the sky and hoped for nothing;

It was as still as ever, something I could never be.

38 thoughts on “Hopes.

  1. When you look at the sky, you don’t have to hope. It automatically blesses you with some sort of serenity. It doesn’t matter if it’s night or day, rainy or sunny; sky always gifts us peace. πŸ˜¬πŸ˜¬πŸ˜¬πŸ˜¬πŸ™ˆπŸ€ͺ

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