The Sunlight of Hope

The crushed hopes were greeted
by the spiteful sun, hot and humiliating,
But the brightness,
Illuminating everything around me,
the reason for the being of many,
Was kind and polite,
As if whispering into my ears:
Come on nothing is permanent,
Neither the joy, nor the disappointment.

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