Hope is the smallest breath,
a flicker that refuses to die.
Even in the darkest night,
it finds a way through.
A quiet glimmer
beneath the cold.
It waits,
shines like the edge of dawn,
a promise she holds without knowing.
A hand reaches out,
a voice breaks through the silence,
and somewhere deep inside,
she rises,
believing in a light
she can't quite see.
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