Racing against time…

When times are low,
When your floating…
Deep into the abysmal
Depths of the ocean.
When your tossed,
From end to end,
And you walk
The lonely road,
When you’ve been
Slapped by fate
A million times,
When betrayal seems
The order of the day..
When trust is a
Farfetched consolation,
You knock,
On a million doors…
You search for,
The truce…
You search for,
Your guardian angel…
You search for,
The pin in a haystack…
You search,
For the tiny hole,
Through which enters…
A million rays!

Zoe k

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