Letting a Flame of Hope Burn
Letting a flame of hope burn
means bringing light to that
obscure dream falling apart;
can something of exceptional value
be built from the ashes that have burnt?
Can we fix a broken vase with glue
and think it is as good as new?
All these assumptions have a specific clue:
when choices are many, not few!
Is a mile an actual mile,
or an approximate length defined by space?
Is our perception as lucid as a mirror
in which we see those traits with a flair?
Do all of our virtues reflect honor or disgrace?
Are our tempers good-natured or vile?
Letting a flame of hope burn
gives a new shape to an abandoned dream
thought to be as vain as ambition
not felt more than a beating heartbeat,
or awaiting a miracle to happen
in the midst of troubling times that gleam
on gruesome faces of anger and defeat...
when trust is spurned in taciturn scorn!
Is imagining a life abundant with deserved joys contrary
to the orthodox creed one must spend it in solemn prayers?
Is sacrifice a duty or a choice determining one's destiny:
whether our prospective is victorious or fails expectations?
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