Hope

Every drop of water
is falling on the surface
of the pond.
Everyone is making ripples
with splashing sound.

The ripples are vanishing
on the black deep water
of the pond.
But they are constantly formed
and the water sound.

My hope is also arising
and the wave of it
enchants my heart
until it vanishes
after sudden hurt

But my hope is very constant
like water droplets.
It vanishes, unfortunately.
It returns again
with more promisingly.