Gratitude is having a right attitude when
the pavement to life cracks.
Hope exists as a flower blossoms on this
pavement, never give up.
Believing that destiny is already written
good or bad but can it be directed
through prayer?
Throwing the sorrows in the ocean so no
one can see the complexity, carrying
invisible pain.
But hope is a seed that grows showing
gratitude when you see the moon shining.
In darkness, hope exists when you see the
birds singing a language unknown.
The sunset awakens the eyes.
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