In the quiet spaces between the beats of my heart,

dwells a hope so profound,

it dares not be uttered, for fear of shattering its delicate spell.

For words have the potential to unravel its magic.

So I  hold this hope close, 

watering it gently, like a tender seed recently sown,

nurturing it deep in the fertile soil of existence.

And I patiently await its emergence,

with a silent prayer whispered.

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