"Seeds of hope, planted with care
Nourished with dreams, and tender air
But still they wither, and fade away
Fruitless efforts, at the end of the day
The soil of struggle, the sun of strife
Could not awaken, the dormant life
The roots of disappointment, ran deep and wide
And the harvest of hope, withered and died
Yet still we toil, in the barren land
Searching for answers, with a weary hand
For in the act of trying, we find our strength
Even in fruitless efforts, a glimmer of length"
Sep 13, 2024
Sep 13, 2024 at 9:52 AM UTC
"Seeds of hope, planted with care
Nourished with dreams, and tender air
But still they wither, and fade away
Fruitless efforts, at the end of the day
The soil of struggle, the sun of strife
Could not awaken, the dormant life
The roots of disappointment, ran deep and wide
And the harvest of hope, withered and died
Yet still we toil, in the barren land
Searching for answers, with a weary hand
For in the act of trying, we find our strength
Even in fruitless efforts, a glimmer of length"
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