Moon is like hope in the dark sky,
Beneath which, we all love to lie.
It gives us something to look forward to,
Emblazed in the night sky like a tattoo.
Fear, sorrow, horror, all bow to hope,
It is the one thing that helps us cope.
Hope gives love its definition,
Love gives hope its destination.
Like the moon, it disappears once in a while,
But it always comes back with a smile.
To hold on to hope,
Is to hold on to the rope,
That pulls us out of the darkness,
Out of the blackness.
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