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HOPE (1) BY: THORPE OLUJIMI




               

In a state of oblivion, I search for a missing piece in me.

In a state of oblivion, She was my only companion.

In a state of oblivion, She wisperd words that lifted my fading heart.



She gives strength to my fading heart when I hear her voice, Yet it goes dime like a candle in the wind.

She makes my fading heart to reminisce on how she lifted my fading heart in a state of oblivion.

She gives pleasant sounds that gives hope to the hopeless in a state of oblivion.



In a state of oblivion, I searched for my resurrection.

In a state of oblivion, watching and praying.

In a state of oblivion, Her sounds gives me hope that lightened my faded heart.



In her "The musical organ" I find Hope.

©ojthorpe
THANK YOU FOR READING MY PUBLICATION THIS YEAR, NEXT YEAR WOULD BE BIGGER AND BETTER.

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