Finding Hope

Hope is always a light,
Flickering in crowds,
At the end of a tunnel,
Or lining the clouds.

Its either dazzling white,
Or a tepid yellow,
Beaming orange rays,
Or a silvery glow.

Could it be found in shadows?
In the absence of blinding light.
Simply a black room,
In the blanket of night.

Feel the comfort of dusk,
Of indigo skies,
A starless nightfall,
By closing your eyes.

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