hope

Via pol sifter on flickr

The sharpest pain is the loss of hope,
The dissolution of a fantasy.
The snatching away of what might have been,
Not the fading away of what once was.
The dying sun,
No mere wilting flower.
I am wearing blue swallow-tail coats
and canary yellow pants.
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