Hope

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Outside, 

the drops of rain fall,

 

Yet, 

the sun rarely shines its rays on those who believe life hell,

 

When night comes,

 

and the last beams of light abandon those who think life a paradise,

 

Hope becomes a reverie,

 

Since, 

scarce are those still alive to witness its beauty.

Reviews

[TeresaMorgan_]

This poem powerfully contrasts hope and despair, using vivid imagery like rain and sunlight to convey emotional depth. The transition from day to night effectively captures the fleeting nature of hope.