the morning sun
hope in his hand slung
rose to greet me today
as i struggled to find , another reason
to shun that hope away
i used my pillow
to shield my being
from the happiness that he beamed
couldn't care for the day,anyway
my dream was still my dream!
i held my ground , but lost again
couldn't help my eyes not see
that fragile bird on my window pane
singing her song , taking me away
to tufts of foam on waves of sea.
as i bore witness, oftentime
to nature's famed machinery
the night,she left gracefully
teh bird didn't seem to mind
it robbed my dream , the sun so vile
felt another, couldn't help but smile !
hope in his hand slung
rose to greet me today
as i struggled to find , another reason
to shun that hope away
i sulked on stars, vanishing away
and the moon that set me free
i used my pillow
to shield my being
from the happiness that he beamed
couldn't care for the day,anyway
my dream was still my dream!
i held my ground , but lost again
couldn't help my eyes not see
that fragile bird on my window pane
singing her song , taking me away
to tufts of foam on waves of sea.
as i bore witness, oftentime
to nature's famed machinery
the night,she left gracefully
teh bird didn't seem to mind
it robbed my dream , the sun so vile
felt another, couldn't help but smile !
1 comment:
that's the irony...."humans prefer to sob over the dead rather than smiling with the living"....and "the hope comes when life appears listless and not when you are still livid"... after-all life couldn't afford to lose it's amusements....and the survivor learns to blackmail life for it's own amusement
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