Poem called Hope
It’s magic and it’s free. It’s not in a prescription. It’s not in an IV. It punctuates our laughter, it sparkles in our tears. It simmers under sorrows, and dissipates our fears. Do you know what Hope is? It’s reaching past today. It’s dreaming of tomorrow. It’s trying a new way. It’s pushing past impossible. It’s pounding on the door. It’s questioning the answers. It’s always seeking more. It rumors of a breakthrough. It whispers of a
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