In shadows deep, where doubts may dwell,
A flicker of light, a hopeful swell.
Through darkest nights and stormy seas,
Hope whispers softly, on gentle breeze.
It paints the sky with colors bright,
Guiding weary souls through darkest night.
In every heart, a spark it ignites,
A beacon of strength in endless fights.
When all seems lost and skies are gray,
Hope weaves its threads in the fabric of day.
It blooms in fields where dreams take flight,
And carries us through the darkest night.
With every sunrise, a promise anew,
That hope endures, forever true.
So let it rise, let it soar and sing,
For in hope's embrace, we find everything.
STAND OUT AGAIN TO STAND UP FOR YOURSELF👍
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By Aiman Javed2 years ago in Poets
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This was extremely powerful! Loved your poem!
The lines.....With every sunrise, a promise anew, I like the most... Inspiring poem.