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Monday, 27 December 2010

the problem with Hope

i loved the hope of you, me
wrapped in its well-ripened bouquet
me, you loved
me  you thought just right.

but with the (now) faded aroma
of you
of me, and wishes
that will never be
tonight an angel will lose its wings
in my dream.


Oddyoddyo13 said...

This was so powerful-very, very engaging!

Anthony Duce said...

This is wonderful, the way hope seems to go just as we get comfortable..

Marjolaine Hébert said...

Thank you Oddy, thank you Anthony..

Peu said...

I really, I loved his poems, I have a dream of visiting the U.S., but maybe one day, so I care a lot about his parents, and keep reading blogs from Americans.
I really liked what I read here. I also have a blog about me, sese interest is just visiting, but you can be sure that I'll always see your news.

Marjolaine Hébert said...

Obrigado Peu. Thank you for visiting ... you should know though that I am not in the U.S. I am in that other big country on this continent ;-)