Hope
hope
is the gaze
and it's
freshness
a mother's
touch
that still
brings peace
a bird
that glides
toward a village
and it's open
windows
expressed in
a woman’s smile
as she looks
upwards
into the sky
heard in a
child’s laugh
far away
from the sound of war
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