Hope

An artist constructs,
A beauty so fine,
I longed for it,
Only to be mine,
I craved the wisdom,
its warmth provides.

What transpires,
Of sin and desire,
Has no compass,
Here in my life,
It resides,
Waiting,
For me to find.

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