The glittering words of hope are mere,
a few letters arched with a tip of pen.
Forced to live the relativity of a temporal life,
itched with the redundant barbed memories.
This throbbing pain is real while the golden
hope exists in a realm of a dream.
2 thoughts on “Golden Hope”
Words melted. Post a recital, if you can
Will try but don’t know how and where to put recital