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Dec 2020
Hope is the faith we have to cling to
When everything we wish for
has not yet arrived.

To come out of the dark
The shallow fires have made us fly
Above deserts of ignorance.

We have found treasures through poverty
Happiness through pain
We have built bridges from valleys
We gained hope through time.

That we may still reach
The fruits of the heart
Seeing in Blindness.
   Bogdan Dragos
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