what are we if not tinder, unable to rekindle the embers,
of hope …
what becomes of us if we stall, if we choose to lay down each time we fall … … …
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Afzal Moolla
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bitterness sets in and our souls die without hope …..but hope on its own without action on our part leads to despair… if we hope for a better world we need to work towards in in whatever little way we can if we hope to find love we need to be open to receive it and actively seek it …..
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Beautiful words. Thank you! ✌👍👍🐹🌻
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Hope is part of human DNA.
I like your poem very much.
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Thank you !
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