Hope is in every single place you look.
Every place, every person and every nook.
It’s something that blossoms and blooms inside.
Something that you simply cannot hide.
At points it feels like it has vanished.
And that the thing that you started can’t be finished.
In other times when things seem tragic,
It gives us strength to restore our hope like magic.
Like the m magic of a fairy godmother,
Showering hope over one another.
And in those times when we think hope is gone,
Just remember that it was with us all along.
And that hope is what makes us feel like we belong.
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