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My dear hope, you were like a candle in a beach.
With both hands & full heart, I kept you alive.
Not once had I let down my shield,
though tired, always fueled you well.
Storms came by and went by,
stripping mountains of their green.
They threw me into chaos, often,
but failed to fade your sheen.
The trickling hot wax burnt my hands,
Licking flames hurt my palms.
I wouldn't put you down, though,
swore to bear you till the oceans dry.
And one day, I see that my shadow vanished,
Surprised, I looked at your death in my hands.
Though I saved you from the hostile weather,
I couldn't save you from drowning in my tears.
The white smoke made its curvy waves,
I stood there silent, letting the oceans to wash my feet.
I let loose my last tear,
to the sight of held hands in a distance..
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