Hope is watching the sun rise
A new day dawning
The smell of a newborn
Snuggled in his mother’s arms
Hope is Spring time
When flowers bloom
And the pitter patter of raindrops
On the parched desert planes
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Hope is the taste of rice
To a starving child
Hope is the touch of a hand
When you have lost your way
Hope is a candle in the dark
The sweet smell of a rose
A shooting star
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Hope is a lighthouse
For ships at sea
Hope is your friends
And your family
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow..liked it... A sweet 10