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I am dedicating this short poem on hope to everyone about to give up
Don't fret! Help is near!
Hope is a seed that's planted deep,
A spark that glows, a promise to keep.
It grows in the darkness, a light in the pain,
A reminder that joy will bloom again.
It's the voice that whispers, "Hold on to me",
A gentle comfort, a love that's free.
It's the bridge that spans, the darkest of nights,
Leading us to dawn, and a brighter light. 46 replies
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