Fall and Winter Elation by Erik Estabrook - HTML preview

Falls Hope

It’s there in the rustling of the laves,

The eternal cry building off earthly pangs,

It’s a fierce bleeding internal that rushed out,

The long desire of love’s wellspring collapsing,

Sometimes pain sets you free,

Falls hope isn’t false hope,

But life given in the dead of the leaves,

That force is there but

The first thing we imagine is power and chains,

That is why our minds restrained,

Believe, that sometimes you have to fight every last second to win,

Falls hope isn’t false hope,

One might grow to see the colors within.