In the desolate corner of my heart,

A visitor comes and goes like hope.

Something yet to happen,

And something that's in the past.

One leap distance away it stands,

Only a breath separates us.

Thump thump it goes, keeping up the beat,

But what happens when it stops?

Behind the veil of hurt, it will stay--

Once all is said and done, it will go away.

Like the sun shining from behind dark clouds,

The first flower of spring peaks from under the snow.

Like an unwelcome remembrance of the time flown,

On the wings of misery, now here, now gone.

In the most desolate corner of my heart,

Hope thumps, refusing to give up.

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