Hope
The world saw a man
With his graceful eyes
He said nothing but
His eyes told everything
He stood in the forest
And he saw a reflection of the world
The world that is starving, screaming and crying
The world told him:
Once upon a time I didn't exist
But now I exist but I feel hopeless
I am hopeless because I am full of
People who are hopeless
They are living in their own dark shells
They are trapped and they are
Crying for their freedom
Their eyes are absent and sad
Please give them your eyes so
They can see again
Please give them your spirit
So they can laugh again
Please illuminate them with your presence
The man's answer surprised the world:
I am your imagination
You created me in your own mind
But if you created me then
It is not too late for humanity
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