If not the moon

let me be the light,

to light the minds

of the darkened souls.

If not the flower

let me be the fragrance,

to spread the sweetness

to the bitter hearts.

If not the pen

let me be the words,

to ignite hope

to despaired thoughts.

If not the rain

let me be the drops,

to quench the thirst

of the devasted minds.

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