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Freda Francisca Noronha

Abstract Children

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Freda Francisca Noronha

Abstract Children

Hope, It's Rising

Hope, It's Rising

1 min
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Lost in path of mystery

Unturning stone like pages 

Trampled onto something

Fell head over heels...


Regained my conscious swiftly

And to my delight I found this

Golden brass fuming

I was dumbstruck what's happening...


I knew in reality it's working

But wanted one wish granted in 

My dreams I'm manifesting

True infinite power is pouring...


Life is truly magical

Not granting a clue 

What lies beyond unseen

But a hope in it is rising...



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