Through the storm, I see a glimmer,

a beacon of hope amidst the darkness.

Like the gentle flutter of an Angel's wings,

it whispers promises of brighter way of life.

I see the lightning flash and hear the thunder clap,

but that glimmer is all I need to weather these powerful elements,

knowing that after every tempest comes a calm.

They say hope springs eternal,

the spark that ignites our soul in the darkest of times.

And I say, hope is all you have,

when there is nothing else left.

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