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Petals of Hope

See them flourishing in the field with vines running up and down the street, petals of hope are springing up everywhere opening up branches far and near and the lessons that we learn are hidden beneath the fallen leaves that descend on the earth with the ferocious breeze and the shadows climbing up the hill lay bare on my window sill and natures bears the burden.

I stand on top of the mountain of hope and view the vast landscape below, miles and miles of grass lands staring at me with empty hands but somewhere beyond sea another universe was waiting for me.

I could not see it clearly but I could visualize it internally, the trees were blocking my view preventing the deal from coming through and so I have to journey to the other side of the sea.

I used to visit this place that is full of grace, I used to roll up and down the hill and go horseback riding around the track and when night fall I use to camp out in the open space and watch the moonlight gleaming in the sky and the stars gather around it spreading its light upon the sea and singing sweet melodies.

There is so much memory in this place, the orchestra, the music the band, its memory is soaked in blood upon this land, I can still hear the screams and shouts when the curtain opens and at curtain call the voices are still screaming, everything seems like yesterday.

The smiles, the touch, the laughter and lovers romancing at the alter is still there oh how it makes my heart fear, sweet music is playing in the air but no one is there, the land is dry, empty and bare; its occupants roaming from village to town without a proper home.

A town that once stood in the heart of the country is crying out for mercy, I will buy this town and rebuild the homes and bring back the joy it once had,
Petal of hope is coming to town, petal of hope will rebuild the town, and Petal of hope will flourish in this town.

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