In the valley of heart
And pastures green
Glows a flower with all its sheen
Yellow and ochre golden brown
Fragrant smile for every frown
It laughs its way like a child
And makes the fiery anger mild
With twinkle of hope for the world so dark
And harks for dreams that lie so stark
Shattered and crumbled, pieces apart
It builds its edifice in my heart.
The edifice of new hope
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