I still can have a glimpse of hope coming across me
Not in the shape of a ray this time
Neither in the form of leaf nor the speedy meteor
It resembles a newborn, all naked and pure
With a smile full of celibacy, enthusiasm, warmth, and adolescence
There is a Hope gleaming with keen grey eyes
Notifying, that she has a protracted eternity to steer and twist
Hope never fades, hope never dies
It is not meant to be, it is not written to be

Stars marveled...