Hope


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For most, hope recedes and swells.
Akin to the tides of the sea
The fear,
The rhythm quells.


For the unlucky the tide recedes.
Sea floor left bear.
Out past the low water mark.
Desert to the horizon.


But we who lose sight of the sea,
When the tide does turn.
Are engulfed by a massive tidal hope
Impossible to spurn.

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