Here is a favourite of mine. It speaks to me of hope. By Nasim Hikmet, from Poems to Pirayé (his wife) from prison.
The best sea: has yet to be crossed.
The best child: has yet to be born.
The best days: have yet to be lived;
and the best word that I wanted to say to you
is the word that I have not yet said.
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