She left on a journey
To places most dismal
Where happiness was gloom,
A new life was another death,
The color white was the color black,
And hope never in presence.
To the cloudy sky,
(The black)
She gave the sun
(The white)
Who fed the withered trees.
Out came the birds
And crooned their cheery song
That roused the dead neighborhoods
Who no longer felt a deathly despair.
Her name was Esperanza.
And hope she did give
To places most dismal
Where gloom is now happiness,
Death changed to life,
The color white hid the color black,
And hope never dies.
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Submission Name: Esperanza
