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(Part 2)

In the land of What-Will-Be-Will-Be,
Hope kept growing, silently,
It would love to play and color days,
Ride the trains of thought to Positivity -
That was a City,
Quite far away
On an island
That started to drift,
Getting closer to What-Will-Be-Will-Be,
Once it heard of Hope's day of birth.
Even the Sun would lay down its rays
Making way for Hope to climb them,
But Hope was smart and cautious, you see,
She knew she'd get burned, should she climb carelessly.

(To be continued...)