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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Hope IS always a light. Sometimes it flickers, as in recent days.
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Nice description: “Simply a black room,
In the blanket of night.”
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Thank you ✨
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Such a pretty and life-affirming poem.
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Thank you, I’m glad you like it!
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My pleasure.
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I believe there is light in darkness …. very nice.
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Thank you ✨
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My goodness this is stunning! ❤️ I love the image of indigo skies 🙂
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Thank you so much! ✨
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Hope can be found anywhere. (K)
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I like to think so ✨
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To me, it talks about the power we have in our dreams.
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I like that! ✨
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