For what seemed like another ordinary day fell before her eyes
She would never know what tomorrow could bring, yet she wished on a star that the 12 a.m. darkness would bring hope.
The crispness in the air revealed puffs of visible breaths
The dark night cold, but she didn’t feel its fierce bite as the fire within burned brighter and louder, fuelling her wildly ambitious nature.
Her thoughts sparked evidence of some kind of wholeness one could wish for in that very same night
Yet in the quietness of the 12 a.m. darkness, even the slightest flicker of hope was all she would ever need.
Written by Tessa R. Adamski
Life in Colour 
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