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One Leaf Tree - Wednesday Poem

One Leaf Tree

One leaf on a dying or sprouting tree?

The last leaf or the first?

The start of something new?

Or the end of something great?

Hope hangs on.

Like a loved one calling when nothing is going right.

On a gloomy day, you see a colorful kite.

A home run in a seemingly lost fight.

Hope hangs on.

Through the struggle sadness,

the right and the wrong,

Hope hangs on.

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