Hope

The sun may dim,

And the stars may become void. 

But, 

Hope can be created,

And not destroyed.

Flowers may wither,

And my heart may fail. 

The world may end,

And the skies may descend. 

But,

Hope will grow,

Hope will acsend,

Hope will succeed,

And Hope will always be your friend. 

That will be the truth,

Till' the very end. 

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