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Hope is

the fragility

of the evening

Hope is

a terrible illness

hope is

a fantastic cure

Hope is

a fish on fire

deep down

in the ocean

Hope is

a swim

in the desert

Hope is

to be blessed with a curse

hope is

to be cursed with a blessing

Hope is

you when

despair

is me

Hope is

what makes you get up

when you live all alone

at the end of the world

and think all hope is lost

Hope is

when

indifference

cries

tears

of joy

Hope is

a blackbird singing

so deep into night

that the dreams

stop and listen