Hope is the province of youth For whom fate is yet unmet The future ill-defined, vague Like lights in the fog on lowland streets Counting the lamps to corners Counting the corners to home Hope is a malleable thing Expanding and retreating In the heat of time and effort – Hope is the dividend For promises made sincerely For promises made and kept Does there become a moment In the face of doubt and darkness When the turbulence of storms remit, Fade, relinquish to the calm? A moment of hope experienced A moment of destiny revealed Let this be that moment Let this be that life
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