I saw hope.
Looking at the child carrying two buckets and a pan
Filled with water,
Trying not to spill a quarter
Watching each stone and the curve.
Not ready to succumb
To thirst, to despair, to life.
With the wind blowing through the holes in his shirt,
I saw the ray of hope.
I saw the desire, the will to live,
To survive.
Not only is he going to quench the thirst,
I knew he will be on this same path
Carrying two buckets and a pan,
Ready to be the Paragon of hope.
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