Hope,
From a stone wall, you peek ever so gently,
Violet beauty, so fragile, you commit towards duty.
Day and night, you hang, for all to see,
And yet, not all, consider, the message told to me,
Of past, present, future reality… shared by the masses.
You speak of grace, in the most unlikely faces.
Never alone, Divine light continuously reveals...
The subtleties of life, from which Truth prevails!
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