A palate of sunshine, and a fistful of stars ...
A ray of hope amidst the trauma of psychedelic wars ...
The juvenile cajole of the neighbourhood parks ...
The fragrance of youth, memories of the college wall marks ...
Melodies of the night, dusk and dawn ...
The poolside games and picnics on the lawn ...
The days of warmth, the nights of rain ...
Some bitter-sweet memories dipped in smiles and pain ...
The lonely nights crawl, and the days fly by ...
But amomg the ruins, moves a shadow thats my ...
With the hope and belief, that one day victory will be mine ...
A new sun will rise, and all will be fine ...
2 comments:
Welcome to blogger mate..another addition to blogs i would be reading !!
Cursed are the fangs of Hope
That often bite
Sweet is it's poison
although results are unknown
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