In the randomness of the everyday
Sometimes we encounter a spark
A strange glow amidst the dreariness
Perhaps not the beacon we were looking for
But yet, a glimmering shimmering harbinger of hope
A portent, if you will, of a better day to come
Vestiges of the dullness fade, ever so slightly
And a smile encounters us
Blow on the embers, the spark dies
Nurturing it tests our will to the limit
Yet nurture it we shall
For it’s the only light that shines
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