Written to Nesma Shabet – By Anna McLaren

As the tears fall from your eyes
Onto the ground
A flower will grow
From the dirt.

As tears of desperation,
Tears of hunger
A flower will always grow
From the mud.

A single petal of any colour
Will stand out from the brown brown soil
And it will give you hope.

As long as you give hope a chance.


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