The Tide of Hope


Walking down to the river was a delight.

The dark, flowing water, with all its might

Cleared her mind of the daily grime of life, and

Staring into the endless azure, enduring and unplanned

Brought a sense of clarity and purpose

That left her feeling blameless.

What had happened,

Was life,

Muddled, confused and full of strife.

What would happen

Was hope, and

Hope would come to her once again

And life be restored to its balance.

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