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Abandoned Hope
I have been trying to find something beautiful in this life.
From pages of books,
To the time honored screen,
To everything else far sought in between.
From the white roses, red with the blood of tears
To the howling moon at night concocted in fear.
From the shields of the clouds,
To the dirt by a grave.
The world seems full
Although without something to save.
I told you once before i really love this poem.Is is a sad poem and only a person that loves the arts could write something like this.I like the way you point life in a journey of searching beauty in this world from our creation:"From pages of books,
To the time honored screen,
To everything else far sought in between." or from nature around us "From the white roses, red with the blood of tears
To the howling moon at night concocted in fear.
From the sheilds of the clouds". But in the end we lose faith "The world seems full/Although without something to save."
The only thing that i regret is not reading it earlier.