When the mellow sun diffuses in the horizon,
Leaving behind a lonely feel,
Golden sands reflect
the last speckles of fading light,
Reminding us,
Tomorrow we meet again.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow,
When filth sheaths you in,
When mist blinds you,
remember,
Hope will pierce through,
and let light flow
and thus,
begin a new story.
2 comments:
Nice one from you..positive energy filled words..hope flowing..good one..
thanks dear
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