Harvest

I take my piece of hope
and bury it.
Not to hide or cover it,
but to nurture it, cherish it
And watch it grow.
And my small piece of hope
becomes a crop,
to be harvested.
And in its harvesting
the world changes.

My small piece of hope
became a harvest.

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