A forgone hope now an erasure
Of a past gone our faith unfulfilled
Hope now relying on fairy tale wishes?
Like gleaming bubbles that glistened once
That softly bursts gleaning nothing forever,
Love’s possibility is our first and last breath.
Love’s Possibility
A forgone hope now an erasure
Of a past gone our faith unfulfilled
Hope now relying on fairy tale wishes?
Like gleaming bubbles that glistened once
That softly bursts gleaning nothing forever,
Love’s possibility is our first and last breath.
Andrew James Whalan 