Hope
On a sunny warm day
On the seashore bay,
Sat two little kids
Squinting through the sun's ray.
They build their little castle
with sand and clay
only to see that
the water waves swept it away
They built it over and over
and over again
But the waves put down
their hope once again,
One last time they said
with hopeless groans
and finally the castle stood
strong and sturdy with answered hopes.
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