We know what it means to lose.

by Roger Black Hope sleeps and dreams of sweet scentsof rose and jasmine When she awakens she is thirstyand drinks holy water.Hope is hot, the Earth is hot.She wishes something would stopthe forests burning.But doesn't know who to turn to.Maybe you dear reader.Do you know what to do?To save us from ourselves.When I awake I stare … Continue reading On Hope

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