E’en if artist’s toil
in inks of soil
but with oil
robbers spoil

Hope is real

E’en in midnite still
meekness conceals
Terror’s chill
What heart feels

Hope is real

E’en if winds of ill
Will fill
Open sails
Bringing closer peril

Hope is real

So with zeal
and watchman’s skill
‘till
bells peal

clouds unveil
to reveal
trees heal……

Keep vigil...

Hope is real!
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...Mangi-nambis...calling from the South Seas....

thanks MN..liked it..

When you hope you cope
While you stall you bound to fall
when you stop you could flop
What you Feel is Real...