Poetry

Hope is a flame in darkest night,
A tiny spark, a stubborn light.
It whispers softly, “Carry on,”
When all the strength you had is gone.

It lives within the silent tears,
It holds you close despite your fears.
Through storms and shadows, pain and strife,
Hope is the thread that ties to life.

So when the world feels cold and steep,
Let hope be what your soul will keep.
For even stars need night to shine—
And dawn will come, in its own time.

Crypto enthusiast passionate about blockchain’s future. Lifelong gamer, anime fan, music lover, and rain admirer who enjoys movies and TV series.

So beautiful poem you are talented poemer

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