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Hope

by Angela Zante

 

the deaf fish

 

Soul in dispersion

collects the sun,

its warmed eye rises

carring hopes.

the hopes are given

to the undeads

being crowded on the life-dock.

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Whose row is first?

Why?

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A voice is coming…:

“Strongly hold the Hope,

only feed the fishes.

AND you’ll be happy again!”