An ocean of dreams,
Burning desires...
A multitude of wishes,
Raging aspirations,
That blossomed then...
Wither before my eyes.
Yet, there's no pain,
No sorrow
No grief.
But hope...
The waters shall surge again,
The dreams shall blossom again,
The passion shall burn again,
The soul shall rise again.
And rise it will...
For it has never known of losing!
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 6:42 AM UTC
An ocean of dreams,
Burning desires...
A multitude of wishes,
Raging aspirations,
That blossomed then...
Wither before my eyes.
Yet, there's no pain,
No sorrow
No grief.
But hope...
The waters shall surge again,
The dreams shall blossom again,
The passion shall burn again,
The soul shall rise again.
And rise it will...
For it has never known of losing!
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