Hope is the last, thing ever lost. #2

In the creases of time, where dreams may reside,

Hope is the compass, our steadfast guide.

With courage it fuels us, through trials we tread,

A light in the soul when all else has fled.

It's the echo of laughter, the touch of a hand,

Hope paints the future on life's endless strand.

It whispers of miracles yet to unfold,

In the stories of triumph that history holds.

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