A blooming flower in a dying garden,
Is a blooming hope to the butterflies.
A sparkling river in a drying forest,
Is a sparkling hope to the wild lives.
A glowing moon in a darkening sky,
Is a glowing hope to the night lives.
A breathing life in a fighting ground,
Is a breathing hope to the worrying souls.
A warming fire in a freezing house,
Is a warming hope to the shaking souls.
A soothing heart in a fading world,
Is a soothing hope to the suffering hearts.
A gleaming light in an unending tunnel,
Is gleaming hope to the tiring eyes.
A floating feather in a sinking life,
Is a floating hope to the reaching hands.
A hope can come in any shape and colour,
If you trust yourself even in a stormy weather.
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