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The hope that springs eternal

Like a seed I can lie dormant
Waiting for eons for the winds to blow in
Clouds of thundering showers soaking
Me unto gentle awakening.

Like a pollen I can drift
Across oceans and seas of despair
Across the pathos of everyday living
Over dead dreams and forsaken friends
Over missed opportunities and love gone wrong
Over strife and pain and hunger and hard times
Until it is time to gently land
Onto a loving caring Wonderland.

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  1. Hope is what we need to always remember that things change... no matter how difficult the situation... basically I held onto hope for a long time... until I could see that it will get better...

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  2. This is beautiful in its hopefulness and tenacity. Nicely done R. :)

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