by Rana
In all my yesterdays and all the upcoming tomorrows Deeper in my heart, the pain I carry with endless sorrows Dry leaves in highlands float freely completely weightless The breeze plays gently though, but the birds are heartless The ocean that whispered colorful dreams in my ears Storms take their very course, freedoms stuck in fears Fascinations lost in silence, demons walk in the dark Yet the soul eagerly yearns to beam for a single spark Expect nothing from the cruel world but keep hopes alive As the battle of life goes hard, only the tough shall survive Copyright© Rana M 2019 All Rights Reserved
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