Poem: Hope lost


   When hope is gone and all is lost,
   we feel the pain and mourn the loss.
   The anvil fell it did not serve us well.
   So now where it is,
   is where we shall dwell.
   What was once strong and holy,
   now remember it is hope in name only.

   2011©Agapin Edrayll
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