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There must be hope

There must be hope, there must be prayer

There must be hope

There must be hope, there must be prayer.
My dream bird is eager to fly
I want you
I am on my way.
It is raining
The rain of your smile is sweet on my heart.
I write about you with a wet imagination
My words are wet.
I miss you in my words but,
There must be hope, there must be prayer.
I will continue, maybe,
There is still a trace of you.
Behold! They are very beautiful and fragrant, I'm saying those flowers
Violet flowers in my lonely garden are waiting for you.
What can I tell them about you?
Someone is saying from a distance: "Call her, sing to her name in the ear of wind."
I do not know who! How did he know? There is chaos in my heart.
Time is short and My heart misses you more, I want you.
I call your name in the ear of wind, maybe,
Maybe my tired sound will feel your warm hands.
There must be hope, there must be prayer.

Arman Parnak

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Marion

Aw...lovely write ?

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Yiyan Han

"Hope" is one of them in my poem "Life of Pairs". Yes, we all must cling on to it.

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Arman P (Omid)

Exactly bro. Hope means life.
I'm gonna see your beautiful poem now

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The fish of the sea

Such an interesting and inspiring write Arman, I got great imagery of it, like your thoughts when driving a car in the rain... just the way I read it. Warm feeling from it. Kind regards. TFOTS 

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Arman P (Omid)

Hi TFOTS, I'm happy to see you. Thank you for reading the poem and your warm comment

 

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