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The moon, once full, is now crescent,
Yet it amasses hope, stays quiescent.
Knowing the day will come so soon,
It waits to bloom as a super moon.
It keeps its patience, calm and intense,
For wisdom guides all of its sense,
Through cloudy veils and nights immense,
It dreams of dawn’s soft recompense.
It knows each shadow has its end,
That light and time will always mend.
So calmly through the dark it flies,
To meet once more the boundless skies.
It shines again, serene, complete,
Embracing light where darks retreat.
No storm can steal its destined grace,
For hope still lights its timeless face.
This was written by our contributing writer, Habibul Bashar.
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