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 why they gleam in the twilight
Leaves pondered why they sweep with the air
Soil wondered why is she still stuck to the Earth anyway
But the Moon and the Sun never doubted their loyalty to the Sky
Maybe I know why; maybe I got my inkling
The Moon and The Sun, are the insignia of promptness and hope
Hope never fades, hope never dies
It is not meant to be, it is not written to be

Hope, never hissed like a mouthpiece or a memorandum
Just emerges, ensues, lingers, or just changes aisles
When emerges, the heart seems like a bird flying high in the sky
But when it goes, just remember!
Hope never fades, hope never dies
It is not meant to be, it is not written to be

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