HOPE

On a cold winter day a small little fire.
In dark room a dim candle flame.
In the vast sky a small bird flying.
In a million thorns a red rose blooming.
On a withered autumn tree a fresh green leaf.
On a rainy day a single ray of sunlight.
In many straight a line a line curved.
In chapters of the past a word about the present.

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