Hope short poem

Hope is like a bright star
It always shines from afar

Hope is the endless streams
It’s made of all our dreams

Hope is the sunrises in one day
It paths will always find a way

Hope is the turning of the tide
When a friend is at your side

Hope is a candle in the night
The darkness turns to light

Hope is like a flower that grows
It blossoms where love flows.

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Such pleasurable couplets, alternately with simile and metaphor, Nick Fletcher these might as well be aphorisms themselves.

Raghavendran Ramachandra Rao

The poem neatly categorises the transformation of hope in its numerous forms and it touches human beings in life. Simple and yet very interesting.



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