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Dec 2017
Left of hope lies, love.
The prowling lion,
The snowy dove.
Drawing near my way,
To light ahead,
The bird of prey.
But I'm caught
The candle burns,
But blind to light
Is hope of sight.
Written by
Andrew  20/M
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   Mishael Ward
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