My pretty hope

I am sure ,                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Fot today and tomorrow ,                                                                                                                                                                                                    That hope will be seen clearly                                                                                                                                                                                             With our naked eyes ...                                                                                                                                                                                                      Our waiting for that coming hope                                                                                                                                                                                         Will not be useless or absurd ,but                                                                                                                                                                                       It will be great and wonderful too ...                                                                                                                                                                                     I see that invisible hope                                                                                                                                                                                                      With my naked eyes                                                                                                                                                                                                         As a pretty candle that is seen                                                                                                                                                                                           Afar anytime ...                                                                                                                                                                                                                  I can not admit that there is no hope ,but                                                                                                                                                                             I am openly admitting that                                                                                                                                                                                                  That hope will be within our reach ...                                                                                                                                                                                    Yes, it's a hair's breadth anytime ...                                                                                                                                                                                     I love things to be clear and                                                                                                                                                                                                I love my coming hope to be clear ...                                                                                                                                                                                    _______________________________________________________________________

My pretty hope

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