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Hope
By Ruth Calder Murphy (Arciemme)

Where grass grows
through cracks
in concrete
and moss settles soft
where hard-nosed humans
used to plot and scheme,
where leaves wrap green
‘round fountains
and flowers emblazon brick,
claiming their territory
and marking it out for joy;
Wherever trees grow,
exhaling oxygen,
displacing poison,
wherever water springs clean
and clear,
Wherever monochrome
is broken through
and colour bursts anew,
Hope is here.
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