Hope is the last, thing ever lost. #3

With each rising sun, with each breath we take,

Hope is the river that never does break.

It's the ember that burns through the coldest of days,

A force that ignites our most heartfelt displays.

So embrace these whispers, let them carry you far,

Hope is the driving force, your guiding star.

With wings made of dreams, on hope's gentle breeze,

We soar through the challenges, with hearts at ease.

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