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My only hope

There are places I found myself in,

where my only hope is living in the present

without bringing past that would define what I was.

I know feathers when getting dirty

show how many hurdles it took while flying.

But can we for a moment cherish

that we reached and begin the new life?

Where is your beauty in the blue sky

Does the shade of it turn red before knowing that love is forever a lie?

-Riya Shah

By Ray


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