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The Last Halo of Hope

The Last Halo of Hope. Hope is mortal, not eternal. Though it may feel like an eternity Sitting in a chair by the window. Gazing up and down the path that leads ?Up the hill and down to the canyon of your doorstep.? Every morning, every evening, every day.? Awaiting an answer to your prayer for your hope to be restored.? Resilience rewarded Patience still burning brightly Under your old photograph on the wall where you now live. I’m not sad.? No, sadness is just a passing rain to irrigate the eyes.?Instead, I’m a new planet Ringed by the last Halo of a hope Wrapped tightly around my head.

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