Hope

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She comes in the room through closed windows, A flying fairy from eternal meadows, From the milky way With crescent in eye brows. An athlete of nature who very well knows. Moves like a dancer and never disturbs, Whatever may be bricks whatever may be curbs. She comes with the stars in my restless nights, She comes with the moon like a creeper of lights, My dark bed room then shines with brights, It waits all time for her rainbow sights. Flying like a bird and swimming like mermaid, A layer of joy in the room is laid. When I'm sleepless when I increase my gloom Until I sleep she remains in the room, I go to the world of blessing and bloom, The youth comes back and I find me a groom, , The cruel world when looks like a hell, I listen to this pleasing sound of the bell. From my deep inside she peeps out like a pet, Through the windows of heart so red and wet, I want to die all are ugly I met, Animals are the men please call a vet, And me! See my charms I am your hope, Hold my hands and get up from the slope.

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