Hope


Dream’s friend
Illusion’s sister
.
Originally your shadow
Yet always in front of you
.
As formless as light
As restless as wind
.
Between you and her
She keeps her distance always

Like flying birds outside the window Like floating clouds in the sky
.
Like butterflies by the river
She is sly and lovely
.
When you rise, she flies away
You ignore her, and she nudges you
.
She is always with you
To your dying breath.

–Ai Qing —

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