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Iāve always loved writing about hopeā¦ So
In the name of life, in honor of hope,
At a time when the sound of explosions has replaced the peaceful whispers of nature, more than ever,
Our hearts long for even the faintest light ,as long as itās real.
Hope is that hidden spark in the heart of darkness,
A light that never dies, even when the world forgets how to smile.
Amid the ruins, there is still a child who laughs,
A mother who still bakes bread,
And a father who prays quietly for a better tomorrow.
Hope is the voice of a tree that, even after fire, still holds its roots.
The song of a bird that, despite broken wings, hasnāt forgotten how to fly.
We are human ,and to be human
Is to rise again, no matter how many times weāve fallen.
So let us, in honor of hope, hold each otherās hands a little tighter.
Maybe we canāt save the whole world at once,
But we can be a small light for someone, somewhere, even in a silence filled with pain.
Hope is sometimes just a lookā¦
A smile, a hug, a single word: āI understand.ā
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