Hope is like a rowboad hit the shore,
The shore is ruined and abonded…
Sky is full of clouds embowering the sea,
The sea is wavy and exuberant…
The weather is wet moistening the face,
The face is pale and tired…
We are thirsty for fresh air feeding our lungs,
Our lungs are foggy and breathless…
Life is full of dilemmas leaving us to unknowns,
The unknowns are between hope and dismay..
Anyway, I am not hopeless..Hope is like a permament waiting ..
“We found love in a hopeless place”🎵
© 2017 lhpinhan