LETTER FROM HOPE

Dear may,

Been, I all these days

Fighting for our liberty.

Hands of darkness have clutched

On my shoulders now.

Never know will hit

Lights again, on this precious

Body you’ve been caring,

Always darling.

Will find its way-tears

Down your cheeks,

That last time I saw

Held all our moments.

Don’t you still not step out,

As I will come

Per promise made.