Futility Or Hope


The sun rises above the clouds,
The stars do not heed ex lovers prose,
The moon - sigh - is unbowed.

Though city streets seethe and crowd,
Cascading rocks and flames it throws,
The sun rises above the clouds.

Though the mountains that stands proud
Tumbles down to rest in ice and snow,
The moon - sigh - is unbowed.

Though life shall break this final vow,
And slip beyond the morning glow,
The sun rises above the clouds.

Though the nation falls in thunder loud,
Smoke rises in the caws of crows,
The moon - sigh - is unbowed.

Though I sink under this shroud,
The breath in my lungs death froze,
The sun rises above the clouds,
The moon - sigh - is unbowed.

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