poetry

HOPE

Clouds over the mountains, to see clear I went further towardsthe sky looks like an ocean with wingsI don’t know when it will rainbut one thing I am sure about is that it will clear my thoughtssource of my pain and sorrow will be going to wash awaythe purest form of me will germinate like a tiny seedno, I don’t want to get over with thisFor I want to cherish this moment, pure bliss.

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