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Sep 1
hope is a flower
not bloomed yet
the tenderest part
of the plant

vulnerable
I tremble
quiver
every heartbeat
makes me shiver

every whisper
dewdrop
river

fills the maelstrom
in my head

the day is new
the storm is past
reach out my hand
in hope
again
Written by
Ciel Noir
150
     Arthur Vaso, Nasus, irinia and Ken Pepiton
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