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Umbrella of Hope

An umbrella is useless when the rain stops;

That's how loyalty ends when the benefit drops.

Relations change and come to rocks,

Then we get constant shocks.


No matter how much you try, there is a change in emotions;

There is no use in sharing your notions.

The world is indifferent towards you, and true friends are few to cherish;

There are hardly good relations, and soon they perish.


Yet why do you keep hope and expect compassion,

When you often face life's harsh realities and cold fashion?

For in the darkest times, love can ignite,

A spark of kindness can turn wrongs into right.


                             


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