Hope, My Dear Sister


Hope, My Dear Sister
If anything happens to me, Gentle said,
It will be by the schemes of Mistrust if I’m dead.
If I lie broken and much bruised instead,
Then the culprit is Envy, the one we most dread.
Or the hitman he hires who hides behind teeth,
The one who’s named Slander who most savors grief.
If anything happens and I wind up gone.
Please know Hope, my dear sister, will carry you on.


written by Ramsy

photo by © arrowsmith2


 

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