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A Beacon of Hope

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Like a shaft I fly, a beam of glorious luminance, I travel right into your bedroom at the break of dawn. "Wake up my friend, my brothers are coming to illuminate your day." Minute follows minute my duties I perform, I peep through gaps of a Venetian blind, as someone on a bed lies lazily supine. I am his wake up call, dazzle straight into his heavy sleepy eyes. "Get up my friend, work beckons." 'Tis busy at the crèche Where babies bare their hearts. I breathe some warmth upon their frail frames, paint rosy their cheeks in the faint hope that some kind beings would adopt these poor unsettled souls. Through a windowpane, glass stained with holy men, I filter hopefully and in stealth, on a cold spotlight on a marble slab of someone long forgotten in an unfrequented church. Would you consider night as my immortal enemy? Oh no, my friend, oh no, for in the darkness of the gloom, over choppy and rough seas I travel happily over peril and show the way to safety to mariners lost at sea, I am a beacon of hope.

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