A Single Word
It poured through the
Cracks in the grey-cloud.
It splashed with the raindrops,
On a world painted in concrete tones.
It whirled in the chilling breeze,
Aloft with memories.
It glistened on the thorn-leaves,
A translucent green.
It trickled over sharp-edged stones,
And flashed in the water-silver.
It settled on littered streets,
Cleansing and purifying.
It coloured the darkness
In a rainbow stripe.
It blanketed the saddest souls
In a single word,
Uttered in a flat smile.
In a single thought
That shattered despair.
Hope.
Hope.
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There is always hope. There has to be.
It is good to see this wonderful, derelict building in the city centre beginning to be renovated and restored.
I love the simple message it displays. While the windows used to be shattered, the building a shell, the message of hope shone for all to see.
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