12) ‘HOPE’
A strong wind aroused by clouds,
No one can escape from the sky bound.
A little ‘hope’ struggle in the air,
In a drastic weather and pain to bear.
Stand and fall with all the courage,
Pull all its limit out of the range.
The hope has to win.
Whether to be whack or grim.
The wind that blows fast, become slow,
Like an arrow, shot-dead by the bow.
The hope wins and explore,
No one can defeat hope anymore.
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