
A single spark, a golden gleam,
Can chase away the darkest dream.
A whispered word, a guiding light,
Can turn despair to dawn’s delight.
Like rivers rush to meet the sea,
A hopeful heart flows endlessly.
A hand outstretched, a soul set free,
Can shape a fate, a destiny.
A candle’s glow in midnight’s veil
Can mend the lost, the weak, the frail.
A kindness cast, though small it seems,
Can birth a thousand boundless dreams.
For hope is not a fleeting flame—
It grows when given, spreads the same.
A torch passed on, a fire bright,
Transforms the gloom to glistening light.
So be the spark, the steadfast star,
The voice that lifts, the hand that scars.
For even one who dares to shine
Can change the world—a hope divine.
Lovely verse and message Aina.
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Not as lovely as your presence, Brad. Thanks very much!
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If there was ever a time for such a poem, it is now 😊 ~ wonderful, Aina. With so much chaos around the world, it is nice to read something that touches and brings me back to what is important. Take care, and enjoy your weekend.
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Thank you, Randall! Warm regards. . . xo
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