Winds Of hopes......

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The wind of hopes
Breaks into a storm
Upheaval, tumultuous
And over turns the dreams

A feast of failure
On the uneven floor
A flagrant display
Of vulgar dance of life

For the false promise
I wait
But the winds tell the tide
Perhaps on this road
no one will come and tread......

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