A dark canopy,
Shadowing the verdant lands,
A gentle diaspora,
Rolling placidly into an infinite horizon.
The dark shadows,
They cast an eerie spell.
But,
Dogged rays of hope,
Burst through the dark clouds,
Lighting the dark lands,
Harbinger of solace.
As tides turn,
The clouds would blow away,
Dispelling the shadowed gloom.
The dazzling shaft,
It would be veiled no more!
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All things pass… and any ray of hope is welcome.
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Yes,hope keeps us alive
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This is beautiful writing
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Thanks
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I love that phrase, “harbinger of solace.” Even knowing that solace is coming helps to be consoling.
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Yes ,We need to be hopeful to live
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Beautiful 👌👌
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Thank you
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Beautiful 👌
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Thank you
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