hope is not a spark, or a roaring fire
hope is a dying flame, a fading ember.
hope is not why we succeed
but the reason for it
because when we see
that last flame fly away
in a wisp of smoke
we know that it is now time to rise up
it is time to bring back that flame
stronger and more brilliant
than ever before.
we can only ever succeed
once we know there is no other option
and that is why we win
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poems for peace
Poesíalet's take a moment and write for all the thoughts i have in my head ••• copyright 2018 by meteoritee all rights reserved
