Praise of Hope
11-07-2011 11-7-2011 So young to know which way the wind will blow,
Too old to forget the last falling snow,
-ever to surrender what you can’t remember ,I wish it not to come back,
From out of the fragmented past,to admit the truth finds freedom,Keeping your eyes off the ground.
Above us is pure, the sun will shine and the moon will glow,Carry the message of hope.to those of unfortunate
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