A poem to Anna

by Nesma Shabet

Age 11 – 14

Hope, my darling, is that knight who waves his sword
‏In the face of sadness, despair, hunger and siege,
‏Hope is the doctor who cures our bleeding wounds and pats on our hearts,
‏Hope is that friend who never leaves us despite sorrow and hunger.
‏Drops of hope waters the blossoms of our souls.


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