H o p e

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The waves severed its way through the ocean .

Its rhythm coursing through my veins rewinding the past warning about future .

The gentle breeze had an edge to it.

The wind grilled past its way howling in my ears alarming me to stay away.

What gave hope then?

What was it that we always tend to oversee?

Was it the aggravated sky still visible in darkness ?

Or the hidden moon that still shone brightly clearing my path...





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