🤍 Hope 🌷

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It lights the heart of the darkest night, 
a spirit so fair, a wingless flight. 
She tempts one to flee from Misery’s snare, 
Hope we seek, is a gift so rare.

In the long years, of many great wars, 
the Victory’s Hope, birthed heroes. 
The crowned and a clown, would never be the same, 
without Hope, that unites their fates.

She still roams, watching the world, 
burning bright, by every home’s hearth. 
Death will cross, paths with Hope, 
when the last man stops, rowing for the shore.

- Amanda Lopez 🥀-

- Amanda Lopez 🥀-

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