So many a time

It’s been so many a time

when times looked fiery

faces fearsome

paths unclear

that a single hope bloomed

and stayed against the wind

voices became noises too many

clamoring into emptiness

visions became illusions one too many

blinding what was left of belief

yet it stayed, the hope




bending not to break

but to grow

changing not to lose

but to gain

reaching out relentlessly

against indifference

to cut a path that shows with time

only with time


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