The world is full of lost hopes.
Grab one as you pass by.
Root it, in your heart.
Nurture it, let it grow.
Spread it out, like branches.
As a leaf silently falling.
Hope is never truly lost.
Swedish version.
Hopp
Världen är full av förlorat hopp.
Plocka upp ett när du passerar.
Låt det slå rot, i ditt hjärta.
Vårda det, låt det växa.
Bred ut det, likt trädgrenar.
Som ett löv tyst faller.
Är hoppet aldrig helt förlorat.
Just hold on to it, ha de Gött!
UlleHaddock 
Hope could be lost, dreams on the other hand…
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Are they not same, same but different?
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Not at all, the dream doesn’t need to be attached to any probabilities.
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Hope is the only thing that keeps us alive. Beautiful poem
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Thank you
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Welcome 🙏
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