Poem HOPE by Ifrah A.

There is a feeling inside that twist and roll;

Something which keeps emotions at hold,

It gives me reason to be bold;

When the weather of life starts becoming cold,

It's a thunder that is striking fast;

Sparks of its hunter forever last,

Whenever the pain becomes sharp as knife;

It heals the wound by murmuring inside,

It's mine, yours and everyone's friend;

A blessing of God, His magic paint,

It fills life with colors again;

When nothing looks right and everything in pain,

The thing I am talking about is known as hope;

It lives inside us so we never feel alone.