Hope is my soul,
Hopelessness is jealous of it,
It always tries
To prevent the great motion of hope,
But in vain,
With its noble strength
My hope overcomes every obstacle
And at the end it wins with flying colours.
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Hope no doubt ensure impulse for your life to breathe and beats. An awesome creation, dear friend