hope
time tires
ghosts of darkness
spread their night-rug
over a million blinking stars
the quietly-burning
light-lending candle
in a shimmering thatched hut
does not lose hope
bent under the weight of
aloneness and familiar pain
the frail woman
offers a silent prayer
as she waits for the moment
of everlasting reunion
with her long-gone child
hope steps onto her threshold
once again and promises that
the brightest sun shall shine once more.
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