Where did it come from?
Where did it go?
It flows from the innocents’ mind of rainbows.
The ones who shun worry
they don’t have to hurry,
for they have a tomorrow.
Then where did it go?
To the thoughts of a scared mind,
one who hides behind pride,
and is afraid to let go.
They will never admit it, they wish to forfeit it, though all need it.
My dear , it’s hope.
Author Notes: Thank you so much for taking the time to read this! Is there any way I can improve? Sorry if I made any mistakes.
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