An Ode To Hopeful Brave Hearts

The finish line is visible, in its slight glamour. I feel an inch closer. I feel an ounce stronger.

I move amidst the spread of tulips

with my heart clenched in my fist,

a bit hesitant, a bit hopeful.

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While the wind whispers the tales

of chances, of second glances,

I quietly fill a teaspoon with trust.

Sun blushes with scarlet cheeks

and skies are smeared with orange smiles.

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My spirits are warm now

and my nerves calm.

A stream of faith flows through me.

I take small steps of courage,

few towards me,

few away from black holes and violet scars.

The finish line is visible,

in its slight glamour.

I feel an inch closer.

I feel an ounce stronger.

My fingers tremble less

as I secretly write, a new goal today.

I am sure to find my bit of faith

in whistling bees and shining starlets,

and in their humble intentions.

I feel a bit less hesitant,

And a bit more hopeful now.


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