Hope—
The street is yet sand but readylevel;
the road lacks but a single day’s sweat.
Tomorrow, your labor shall be complete,
The accomplishment perhaps small—but sweet.
and
Dream—
the cord has been severed
and another name has been tethered
to another soul gathered;
the beloved lacks no love
from below nor above
Do not despair—
the morning shall be fair.
The birds of the air
will still be there
singing with no care
anywhere
they please.
Plead
to leave
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