Hope

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Published April 20, 2025

🥈 Runner-Up - Short form 2025


      

Amidst the dark, corruptible things Hope is born silver wings Broke from the shell of innocence Nurtured among mocking pretense Grown despite the battering winds Strengthened from a Light within Solidified by blasting storm To rise and take Divine form

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