The gray sky left,
The blue hues in my eyes left,
The casket of sorrows melted.
The bouquet of tears were gone.
Nothing left, except for a white light
Quite too bright,
That brightness is a hope
That brightness is a guide
That brightness is a bridge for standing up and walking again in this vivid roads of our story.
The wounds are drying
The clots are forming
The flesh are now closing
The black bile of yesterday is being thrown away in the 366's basket.
As the gray sky left
And the handful of hopes
Are arising
May these days be bright as the sky
And may not be as night as the yesterday's sky.
May these days bring light and enlightenment for everyone's betterment.
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MP LIGHTS 143: BOOK 2
Poezja-This book is a collection of poems, written in traditional and free verse patterns. -This book offers you to enjoy poetry while making a touch in your world through poems.
