Hope
Little girl in the abandoned yellow bus,
Why must you cry?
You're soaking wet and covered in dirt,
but at least you're still alive.
The storm is growing,
so leave your crooked umbrella aside,
and close your eyes.
Close them and dream sweetly.
Once the rain stops, they'll flutter open,
and you'll breathe in the scent of spring.
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