I walk silently, hand in hand with memory
in ancient pastures of golden stubble
Scratch the surface of dust and debris
the itch, unbearable.
The scent of hope fills the air
breathe in, breathe out, my prayer
the rain will come.
Until next time
As always
a dawn bird
A Shared Space 
The eternal hope
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Without it, all is lost.
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Yes, I believe that too.
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