Hope - Poem

A magical desire to clear out,
The dues of hoping to be better,
For all of eternity,
Maybe even more.

Circling all around,
Moving back to the same point,
Of no return.

Colored and different,
There it was,
A day one wished for,
To be there and thereafter,
It was with one other,
That they had to be,
For it be what it was.

Green grass sprinkled with regret,
Waves of horror rippled into action,
For them to never know any better.

A clown at the center,
Unkown to al,
Held the key to the magic cave,
Of heaven and horrors.

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