The sun has risen to escape the gloomy,
Wake up!
Before you lose the sight of a pretty orange,
the sky with a paint of optimism.
Yet the dry air howls around,
A dawn of a winters tide, comes to an end,
Asks to leave old reminiscence behind.
The healing starts, a flower blossoms, the Tyndall grows on the window,
and a leap of faith sets the horizon.
The petals unfold and the crimson,
shades,
the reflection onto you.
All this takes the same old heart,
To have the same old courage,
To bring the new season, the new grass,
that grows the green of new age.
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The diary
PoetryThe diary of randomly ranting someone, to get through days of melancholy or misery.
