Daily Prompt: Smoke

Smoke

When there is no hope,
When all dreams are torn apart,
When the fire of desperation eats away at life,
All that remains is smoke.
Smoke is but a bird without wings.
Let it fly, let it soar,
Let it dance in the wind,
And be gay.
Let it fly away!
For in its place, there will be new hope.
New dreams for another day.

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