Hope

Fleeting glimpses of a rainbow follow the storm

It scurries behind cumuli, shy

Aware of our curious eyes.

 

It bares the castles through nights we forge

In dreams telling of better days,

Of peace, of unity.

 

Through technicolor peculiarity, we’re entranced

Pawns immobile in a Giant’s hand.

Without choice, but to trust and…

hope.

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