HOPE
Dark is the sky
mighty is the storm
restless is my heart
unsteady is my feet
is there hope for me
i continue my journey
for i see travellers,
more helpless than me,
along the voyage,
sighting of a sparrow,
with its sweet voice,
brought hopes of oasis,
in this eternal stretching desert.
soon my heart knew
the spring is not far enough,
my weary soul will soon be refreshed.
hope came back and i continue.
-self
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