I came across a brief but
Beautiful sentence about hope
In a magazine and meant
To write it down because now
I can't remember it or find it
Rifling through several months' pages
Until it becomes a hopeless task
Something something about how hope
Comes after a disaster
Misplaced faith before
Funny I can see the page
The exact placement of the words
The pale yellow like an aura
That hovers above them while I
Hope for hope it must be somewhere
Slowly turning the forgotten pages
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