With Hope, in Love.

A poetry reminiscing about love, forgiveness and hope.

holding on, our love

as it smudges against the passive

rains, a part of us escapes burning

through the washed up present

Home is far away where the blooming

days once prospered, and footpath

trees burgeoned petals of shedded

tears and memories, the heart resides

under the mat of purity, once a key

to resolution, now holds more secrets

than truth. But we hope as we

dismember the key turned lock,

the escaped dust reaches the

long night before shut.

Wish it fixes our lost present,

our only present, and one day

the rains come to halt.