poetry

HOPE

Clouds over the mountains, to see clear I went further towards
the sky looks like an ocean with wings
I don’t know when it will rain
but one thing I am sure about is that it will clear my thoughts
source of my pain and sorrow will be going to wash away
the purest form of me will germinate like a tiny seed
no, I don’t want to get over with this
For I want to cherish this moment, pure bliss.

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