My words will speak of that solitary star,
which shine among the clouds….
They will speak of the dancing autumn leaves,
which rests in earth…..
They will touch the melting snow,
which give birth to rivers….
They will speak of the yearnings,
of the losses…..
They will speak through happiness,
and through wounds…..
They will be sad,
They will be happy,
They will be the words
of HOPE……
Hope is the thing with feathers
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And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.
Even in the darkness,
every color can be found.
And every day of rain brings water flowing to things growing in the ground.
Hope, like the gleaming taper's light,
Adorns and cheers our way;
And still, as darker grows the night,
Emits a brighter ray..