Tryst With Hope

Wafting through air comes Hope,
'Rise, rise, rise,' whispers it in my ear. 
Leave despair and be the one of hopelessness, 
Hold me high for if you do, you live,
Live in me for if you do, you never die.

Never be despondent over what you lost,
My succor will bring joy to your life. 
Let not dejection haunt you, 
Let not your sob deafen you. 

Open your eyes and let me be in you, 
For you shall be born anew. 
Pant after me for you need me, 
Let me be the one who soothe you.
Seek solace in me, see a ray of sunshine. 



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