Hope - a poem by free quill

 Welcome back to my blog guys. This is me free quill and this my poem about free quill. I hope you guys like it. Follow for more.


                                                                            HOPE


You shall be lost by the gentle breeze,

Yet come back by the shine of the sun,

My last resort,

Yet my first.


Once you are lost,

I lose belief,

Victory meaningless,

If hopeless for no defeat.


The last left in Pandora’s box,

Yet the first to turn to even when last,

I know you are lost and found,

But not found in the lost and found.


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