Poem about Hope

 
The future is now blurred.
How can we hope for a happy life when everyone kills each other with a knife ?
How can we make things change when we don’t even stand a chance of bringing the
last rays of the sun into somebody’s heart due to the multiple wars ?
The future is now dark but all we have to do now is spreading love and rising
together like doves.

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I remember…

 
I remember living on my little rock, which is my Island.
I remember laying on its sand and see the people I love holding hands.
I remember the sound of the ocean waves, because they remind me of how much I can be brave.
I remember my cousins’ laughs and smiles, even though they are miles and miles away from me now.
I remember the feeling of belonging.

I remember my grandfather sharing mangoes with me as a way of showing his love.
I remember my grandmother’s eyes; they remind me of how fast time flies.
I remember my mother’s words; they encouraged me to see the world.
I remember the palm trees and the flamboyant trees.
I remember that I had to leave, and here I am, writing in front of the autumn leaves.

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(Featured image by Thorsten Kuttig; used under CC BY-NC-ND 4.0)