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[aid] => mick
[title] => Hope
[time] => 2004-12-28 23:01:41
[hometext] => This is not a poem...more of a story...tell me what you think...
[bodytext] => The moon shone a pale blue, and the stars were so faint that not a soul could know that they were gleaming from far above. None... but one astute child from far below, who gazed her upturnn'd face at one vivid star that shone ever so timidly. She was very sick, sick unto death, but she never took her glance off of that beautifly meek star. All throughout the night she gazed. Gazed without a wink. And it pulsed a rythm of such delight as she whispered without ceasing throughout the sleepless twilight; "There is still hope"...and then, suddenly, the star swooped down unto earth and engulfed it within a limitless light, blinding all mortals with it's utter brilliance and wonder. And to this day it thrives. The light has never dimmed since. Hope, for those who are not blind; but can still see it's majestic power... The sick child died in the morning, but she held on, and the strength of her hope still lingers in the recessess of this earth. And if your desires seem unattainable, think of that girl and her strength, the night that hope was born, and you will grasp your heart's desires beyond imagination, and miracles beyond your wildest dreams will not seem too far out of reach... [comments] => 2 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 60 [informant] => sweetdreamsaremadeofthis [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => insomniac )
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