Hope, it is; they say
what you feel for tomorrow, may.
Might happen or maybe nay,
the unwavering joy; hovering in your heart
to witness the long awaited light.
Oh! wait, tomorrow just might come in bright
maybe might, just be able to wipe away your fright.
Sleep on tight,
slowly listening to the chirping sound.
Close; quietly your eyes,
wrapping your body into the solace of the night.
©️Ellawrites16.01
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