Hour 1 : HOPE

The fire of her love

Why makes me cold

Like sea water, so bold

Acts as a protecting glove

The wind of sighs

Ultimate heaps of cries

Enhance the life with emotions

Love is the mother of commotions

On the earth; where we sow

A day will come, together we grow

 

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