My calendar informs me that
yesterday was the first day of Spring, 

my mind replies, so what,  
today is the same as yesterday,

there is war and suffering,
endless darkness and sorrow

the world is in chaos,
it is still cold, I am still scared.

My heart tries valiantly to convince me, 
tomorrow will be better,

my spirit stammers agreement,
but is not fully convinced

my soul, ever hopeful, speaks,
if not today or tomorrow,
I still believe in someday.




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