The sun sets,
leaving room for the stars to breathe.
Dreams linger on the horizon,
patient as the tide.
Each moment waits,
unfolding in its own time.
If not today,
than maybe tomorrow.
Hope is never in a hurry.
Hope never dies but tomorrow never comes if the hope lives in the present then tomorrow lives in the hopeful future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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