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Season of Hope




Something had changed that morning,
Something different, yet similar again.
The sun felt brighter, her heart filled with joy
Spring is finally here after the rain.

She rushed to the window to see the first hint of colors;
The colors that she thought she had long forgotten.
But it all came back to her now, 
She counted the colors spring had brought in

She breathed in the air,
It gave off a different kind of fresh;
The grass had that vibrant green
For her to reach out and caress.

Cold days were behind her now; she was ready to embrace
The warmth that the sunshine brought
She’d been sleeping for so long in the cold darkness
Spring is finally bringing what she sought.

A color stood abroad on solitary fields
But now, it seemed close enough to touch
It seemed as if it is every kind of bright
She has ever dreamed of.

The season of hope, they call it
Her patient waiting was coming to an end
It had been a long long wait, 
Now spring is finally here to befriend.

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