The Weight Of Hope

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 I now bear the weight

 Of all that hope my friends heard

 In my voice when I first spoke about you.  

And today, it's my heart that speaks to me with logic.  

How heavy is the blow 

Of disappointment

 When it's your heart 

Not your mind that reasons with you.  

Some storms don’t come to disrupt life...  

Some storms come to clear the path


Nidal Sati


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