Hope

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Time and distance

Are caught by hope.

Hope is the glance

That burns the rope

Of howling Night.

Hope lost, gloom grows,

Dark poison-blight:

Destruction flows. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,AUM — Vol. 4, No. 2,3, Sep. — 27 Oct. 1968, AUM Centre Press, 1968
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