Hope

Hope short poem

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I would like to play music again
Without recalling events attached to them

I would like to visit places again
Without remembering what happened there

I would like to see the faces that I fell for again
Without panicking at the sight I used to feel for them

I would like to talk about things so intimate
Without bringing myself to tears

I would like to love again
Without remembering how hard I fell out of love before

I would like to be the person I never was
For the sake of hope.

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Poet, Word Composer, Writer, Speaker, an All-round Activist.I love poetry for in thee I find solace and peace. I find a platform to express myself without limits and share courage without denial. I have published two books. My Quiet Place and Confiance; an anthology of poems and a novel respectively, which are already on sale. I will never stop writing because I have already started......
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J.rid
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ah and through writing you can visit and face the places you dare not. I loved your poem and besides hope we have our own courage.

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