Are all dreams bright and happy?

Alas! Mine aren’t.

For they are just as pale as ever

Floating across time.

The skies, alight

and ever so silent

emotions being torn apart

high above and far away.

The lament echoes in the air

 that gloats its superiority.

And all the time I still wonder,

Is there a refuge?

A harbinger?

To help me be strong till the end

And guide me through

Till the end of that tunnel.

But hearts can’t see tomorrow

So I shall spread my wings

Fragile yet determined

To awake- in a better future.

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Gokul KP
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