THE RIVER OF HOPE
The river penetrates the meadows of the hope
Far from what I could see
The lucky to get lost in another step
And the verse of course drew.
My world had not gladly
Any point where even the pleasure
Plotting the smoother sunrise
In a time demarcated without trial.
Step into the enabling a whole
Winning with tenderly at his mud
I expect only that which would come
Bringing in either hand a new sun
Living in that beauty always benefit
Of how much striper become on fantasy.