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A poem about renewed hope. |
| Reborn The shrill siren of the Little girl call Resonates throughout an empty house, Devoid of color, light, variety. Gathering together, All pieces of one puzzle, Suddenly- strange faces appear, Penetrating the darkness With the white that envelops their entire being. A dark world turns suddenly Light. Filling the empty space, Forcing out the fearful, Creating hope among despair. |