Hope
Sometimes, though,there is a burst of happiness
it is a flame
that brings warmth and energy
that brings light to a gloomy world.
but it is a flame
surrounded by the damp and cold
it struggles to survive
but is soon put out
there is nothing left except a charred mess.
until next time
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