Arik Fletcher (Zimbabwe)
What is love but the voice of our heart,
Barely a whisper yet muse of all art.
What is life but a shadow of dreams,
More than we want and yet less than it seems.
What is hope but a wish kept from view,
Something once lost that can never come true.
What is faith but the light of the soul,
Guiding us on as we strive for control.
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