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Hope

The sun is bright, that is hope. The dark cloud is pregnant for a moist day And the turfs are beautifully smiling The sun is scorching, that is pain. And the beautiful turf wilt and dry And the rain drops, Announcing the blossom of the shrubs and bright flowers The challenges of life, The pain and anguish , Are the embers and springboard to announce our triumph. Heros are made out of battles Victors are made through trial Though some are conquered They are the unsung true heros. As our eyelids open for a new dawn, It is an attestation of hope to come. To get there, To sing victory, To be crowned a hero Keep striving without daunting

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Date: 11/22/2024 3:44:00 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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