Crumpled Leaves
Hope is always bent to fill
Life with vague anticipations.
Little drops of joy distil
From enormous expectations.
Hope has now brief field to cover,
Tedious days that flutter by;
I'm reduced to turning over
Crumpled leaves of memory.
Life with vague anticipations.
Little drops of joy distil
From enormous expectations.
Hope has now brief field to cover,
Tedious days that flutter by;
I'm reduced to turning over
Crumpled leaves of memory.
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