Hope

Scarred lands grow roses,

Harsh times grow hope.

And where it starts is the quiet melody of violin coming from somewhere underground,

As above us the rockets interlope.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Meaningful brevity. Without hope we are doomed. Thank goodness for the vioin playing as the rockets rain in.

Chris

[Bootleg]

This is pretty nice. Simple yet effective imagery. But I must ask, why is the third line that long? What unique style of poetry is this?

[Rashid]

Thank you for your kind words. I am... not actually sure. I didn't really think of that. Just wrote what came to me.

[Bootleg]

I see. I didn't even realise this was a free verse. It was written in a unique manner.